As you may have established from my previous post, dealing with my inherent social ineptitude is a daily struggle. It is particularly visible when I am interacting in any way with the opposite sex.
Like many other girls of my generation, I have long had a penchant for the indie boy. As a 16-year-old I spent many hours lamenting the fact that the bassist of 'insert name of NME's top-tip' was not, and probably never would, my husband.
There's no doubt about it having beautiful imagery and inspiring photos on the walls is a sure way to brighten up a room, make these images personal of your own travels, experiences, and loved ones and you're sure to create a more uplifting home.
What has been taken is not just financial, it is a feeling of taking life as it was known, friends, holidays, family set up, lifestyle - the list is endless. There are no winners, because each person feels diminished in some way.
So although like most people, I have a "bucket list" I decided being optimistic at heart, I would need to call my wish list something else that was more appropriate, and so I have a "Pink List". Why a "Pink List" you may well ask? Well if you are sitting comfortably then I'll tell you why pink became significant to me.
Women who choose to donate eggs have made a monumental decision that will stay with them for the rest of their lives. This decision is a great thing, which can benefit them in many ways. Here are some of the things you should know about the egg donation process before you get involved.
What have you got after a wedding? A dress you will hopefully never wear again, a ring you'll constantly be terrified of losing, hazy memories of an argument with a friend over nothing, a colossal hangover, and a million photos and hours of boring video.
My date has just got back from New York. I know this because he mentions it every five sentences. The shimmering neon is still visible in his starstruck eyes, and has blinded him to the fact that my own glazed over some time ago. My eye wandering over his shoulder to someone standing in the distance. That someone looks familiar. Hotly familiar.
It's difficult enough to manipulate your other half into wanting to live with you but discovering you can barely afford to move in together makes it nearly impossible. When I say 'barely afford' I mean our combined income is pretty close to that of a graduates.
My wife has left me. Ok, you could say I drove her to it. My children would. So too would her friends. And there's a lot of truth in that. It started about six weeks ago.
Infidelity in long-term, monogamous relationships is often inevitable. Don't get me wrong, for some people monogamy works, it's natural, it's fine. Good for them. But for an awful lot of people it's a Herculean task, a constant struggle with the self, a battle against all bodily instincts.
The most offensive response I've ever received after mentioning my girlfriend to a new acquaintance involved a look of serious confusion on his part and the phrase "but you could definitely get a boyfriend if you wanted to".
It seems a lot of women are unaware that they are born with all of their eggs and as time goes on this supply eventually runs out, there is a marked decrease in ovulation by the time a woman reaches 35 as the body clings to the reserves of its egg supply. Women are delaying starting a family until much later in life, our parents generation had children in their 20's, which today we consider to be very young to start a family.
Apparently I have 18,220 days left to live. And according to some, I've already hit middle age! Being asked for identification on my 30th birthday was a pleasant surprise. It was only later on that night I found out they were just checking my ID to make sure I was the girl who booked the venue.
I have always had trouble constructing dating profiles. I have engaged in online dating for several years now but have never quite been able to nail the content.
We've all been there. You wake up, slightly disoriented, amid bed linen which feels unfamiliar. Strange sounds emanate from a mass not too far from you. As you open each eye slowly, cursing them for the amount of time they're taking to adjust to the light, you realise you've done it again - you're back at theirs, for the first time. It's the morning after the night before.