He’s just not that into you.

“We’re taught that in life, we should try to look on the bright side, to be optimistic. Not in this case. In this case, look on the dark side. Assume rejection first. Assume you’re the rule, not the exception.” ― Liz Tuccillo, He’s Just Not That Into You It’s been romcom season in casa di

The ‘Not Enough/Too Much’ issue of love.

Breakups are the ideal time for self-reflection and a whole lotta talking. Personal growth – or so they say. I usually just translate it to a lot of ‘self-care’ instead. Which pretty much translates to binging (drinks, fastfood and Netflix) the memories and pain away. Brutal but effective. There always comes a point, however, when

I did the math. And boy. Do I suck at math.

Yesterday I turned my mattress back the 180 degrees that I’d shifted it at the start of my latest attempt at an ‘us’.Putting it back as it has been in the previous years of sleeping alone and in doing so drawing the line under what ‘we’ had been. Over. Now.Moving it back into the single

Too cute to function!

Don’t you love those couples who seem to speak their own language? Full of inside jokes that aren’t funny to anyone, but has them unexpectedly bursting with laughter. Idioms no one gets. Words no one understands. A world of their own? I know. I hate them too.Unless I am in that couple.Then it’s the goddamn

Reasons to Love

I read a blog today on ‘But, she was fierce’ who found herself in bed with a guy who asked her what she liked about him. Only to find that she couldn’t answer the question. Not easily, or effortlessly or relatively quickly, anyway. It was an eye-opener for me. (Yay, thanks to Bosssybabe, Larney and

Neighborly Noise Complaints

Disclaimer: TMI WARNINGS. TMI WARNINGS. T. M. I. Warnings! Remember that neighbor that I’ve surely mentioned in a couple of blogs?You know the one that mysteriously seemed to hate me for no reason other that whatever reasons he probably has that are unbeknownst to me? Well.He now officially has a reason to hate me as

Project boyfriend – status: acquired.

I was subtly notified last night that yesterdays post – accusing my brand-spanking new lover of potentially turning me into a Zoë-shaped ice cube was NOT the best way to introduce my new boyfriend to the blogging world. Apparently abandonment and hypothermia are not too indicative of true love and intense caring. Whoops! Apparently that’s

Open up….mind and mouth

For someone that doesn’t like cooking – I feel like I write about food and its preparation a lot on this blog. Strange right? I guess that suits me though – as normal is hardly a term I’d ever say applies to me. ‘Proud to be fout’ as the Dunglish would say. Earlier this month

Ripples

ShallowBarely hereA ripple in the water.My heart whispers to yoursIts dirty little secretIn words left unspoken.  Too clear.Too near.To the core, to the centre,To the goddamn middleOf the soul that resides here.  FaintBarely thereA sigh on the windMy hand reaches for yoursScared of a secretThat might leave me broken.    

No more Cinderella-dating!

Woohoo!There’s a (bit of) light at the end of the tunnel!Sort of. I guess. Maybe. A little.Ok, probably not, but for now – still a yay moment:No more Cinderella dating! The Lockdown Curfew here in the Netherlands (no one allowed outside between 21:00 and 04:30) has officially been cancelled today as a decision from a