To ‘the one special woman’, You are the stuff of memories that never fade, rust or get forgotten. You are the overriding factor above everything hormonal, practical, emotional, logical and fair. Indeed, you must be special. I’ve been thinking about you a lot. Do you know who I am? I…
Tips from a seasoned love player.
Friendship pops up right in your face when on a solitary ramble Understanding suddenly sparkles in thus far unresponsive eyes And fun and laughter cosy up to you in a sudden burst of affection Love twinkles from unlikely corners while heartache comes to you mixed into a glass of sweet…
A woman’s best friend has to sign off on all big relationship decisions, says the Date Doctor on ‘Hitch’. I examine my own love life to see if that’s true.
You know you really need to get out and find some sex. Are you offering? Shoot the idiot who thought that men and women could be friends. Can anyone tell me why the above conversation annoyed me? I know why….I’m mad at myself for imagining that I could have a…
I had my hair done today. Cropped short, coloured, highlighted…woddeva. Would you believe I don’t feel a thing now, 2 short hours later? The last time I had my hair done, the colour ran out in the shower and for a year after I endured a muddy-coloured thatch on my…
She said she was going out to dinner. Not family. Not an old friend. Not a classmate or a colleague. Not a ‘marriage prospect’. Something quite like..a date!
And I’ve created my first comic! Thanks to Sensorcaine for giving me the lead (do see her collection too!)
Like a long forgotten but much loved sweaterThe memory of him tumbled into her sight When she was taking one of her rare solitary walksShe paused outside his doorAnd stood for a long whileBefore walking away When she got home, hours later,there were footprints outside her doorMatching his shoes.
And in those grand old days when we laughed for attentionAnd suppressed our smiles into thin lines for humourAn unsmiling, unparalleled stare captivated usCompelling us to stay And we followed, hypnotizedby that novel concept of cold independenceThat we imagined it meant We often wondered why we were heldRelentlessly, while we…