The Frog

  “You are definitely going to meet someone out there I just know it” chorused EVERYBODY. Literally everyone who I told that I was going away to a writers retreat in the south of France to attempt to write a book told me that they were 100% confident that I would meet a man while…

The Islander

Lots of readers of this blog have messaged me to say that reading about my dating exploits have encouraged them to try out Tinder for themselves, although god only knows why as none of the dates I have written about on here have ended in true love… yet. And I suppose the yet is the…

The Spy – Part 6

And so it was I set about forgetting about him. Turns out after years of practice it was becoming easier and easier for me to get over a man who had let me down. After my anger subsided and after I had angrily deleted our Tinder conversations and whatsapp messages from my phone (annoyingly not…

The Spy – part 5

Turns out I didn’t need to dump him cause he dumped me about a week later. After our Facebook ‘fight’ I didn’t see him again until the following Tuesday. I tried to orchestrate it that we would go back to his  so I suggested meeting in the city for dinner but he said that he…

The Spy – Part 4

And so it was we began dating. After our afternoon of pool and cider he came back once again to my bedroom and we did what all people do who are in the throes of new found lust. After, I cooked us some food: my pear, walnut and blue cheese salad with quick fried steak…

The Spy – part 3

The next morning I skipped into work. I walked down the road with a coffee in my hand feeling elated with life, new job, great date and it was a Friday. Happy Days! He texted me ‘Good morning’ and bid me a good day. His phone went into lockdown when he entered his work building…

The Spy – Part 2

The Date On the tube on the way to my rendevouz I got a message from him. “So sorry, running late, couldn’t get out of work, I’ll be there in 15/20 mins” Damn. This was disappointing. I hated being the first to arrive on a date. Trying to look demure and nonchalant took effort, and that…

The Spy – part 1

The Match This one fell into the tall, dark, handsome, shaved head and bearded category of my ‘type’. His photo selections were good. The first pic was of him smiling directly into the camera with a cheeky grin, one of him actively playing rugby, a group Rugby shot of him and his team, one of…

The Treadmill – Chapter 2

Steam rising and hissing, slowly the milk started to bubble in Tre’s silver jug. ‘Skinny cap with soy and a mocha frap’ he repeated as Sonya rattled through the ladies order at the till. God he hated Saturday morning shifts. By 11am all the women from the gym next door would totter in after their…

The Treadmill – Chapter 1

**Not really sure where I am going to go with this but thought I’d post some fiction for the craic – Ari xx**   Afterwards, Edie thought back to the times she had bumped into Nina, and wondered how many of them had been accidental. Suddenly, Nina just happened to be everywhere: in the supermarket…