SOMETIMES THEY COME BACK

For those of you who follow my Facebook page, or that know first hand about my dating misadventures, Potato Masher is not a new name.
The nickname comes from the fact that I met him by selling him… you guessed, a potato masher on Shpock, an app for second-hand stuff. Yes, my dating sources seem to be limitless, though the result is pretty much always the same.

ARE YOU ON THE PILL?

Such a simple question, and yet one that many men fail to ask, even when they are terrified at the idea of babies. In the last year I have been at the centre of two quite unpleasant situations, that left me both really baffled by how a person can reach adulthood remaining so immature.

“BECAUSE” SEEMS TO BE THE HARDEST WORD – Second Part

That Tuesday I’m on my way to dancing the night away when I receive his text, a very long one.
Yet, it only takes 3 lines to change my mood entirely. It’s like a big, dirty truck has stopped in front on my cute and colourful Mini Cooper, and offloaded a staggering amount of shit all over my car. With me inside.

“BECAUSE…” SEEMS TO BE THE HARDEST WORD – Introduction

Here I am, feeling the need to write about what has happened to me in the past month, about a special encounter that, you guessed it, has died before having the chance to turn into something more meaningful.
This time, however, I realise I’m writing for a new reason.
I’ve just re-read the section “Why this blog”, where I explained why I wanted to open this blog and what pushes me to write. So far, my main motivations have been: