I walk into the room and whatever is on my boyfriend’s laptop screen fades to grey. He looks at me sheepishly. “Looking at porn, again?” I ask, laughing. He shakes his head. “No,” he says. “An email from an old girlfriend. I haven’t spoken to her in years.” “Carry on,” I say, kissing him on… Read More
When my guy was struggling and fearing “The Relationship”, I almost suggested that instead of having a relationship we should have a pirate ship. Adventure. Booty. Breaking the rules, braving the storms. We sail wherever we want, together. ~ Kelly Diels • Cleavage My boyfriend and I don’t have a relationship in the traditional sense of… Read More
I have experienced first-hand what it means to be with a man who I love emotionally, mentally and physically and there is no way I will ever settle for anything less. Maybe we’re still in the honeymoon period or maybe I don’t have the stress other people have, but after five years we are still like… Read More
It was late and I was just going to bed when I received an email from Jen. The subject was “HELP” with a million exclamation marks following it. I couldn’t ignore it. She was in another time zone and just starting her day. “Your dating profile advice was too good,” she wrote. “I’ve got a date tonight… Read More
When I first met my boyfriend on the street outside my house five years ago, he hugged me and then kissed me on the lips. Just as they describe in books and songs, the heavens opened and the angels sang. This man was hands down the best kisser I’d ever met. They say you can… Read More
When my boyfriend and I started going out, every month we celebrated the anniversary of the night we met. It has become a tradition that we still continue. So today, on the 5th February, we have been together for fifty-eight months or four years and ten months. Another month has sped by and I couldn’t… Read More
Even though my boyfriend is in another country, he still managed to send me a dozen long stemmed red roses. He’s good like that. I’m posting the photo here so I’ll always have the memory even after the flowers die.
As well as being an actual widow, I have become a work widow. My boyfriend works in other cities and other countries more than he is home. I am often left by myself in an empty house.
My boyfriend has a wandering eye. When a young girl walks down to the sea in her skimpy bikini, his gaze rests on her firm, lithe, unwrinkled body. I’m going to be fifty on my next birthday, my body is curvy and soft, I have stretch marks and cellulite — I have every reason to be jealous.