If we’ve all been taught one thing about relationships and affection, it’s that although it might be fine to snuggle your favourite person behind closed doors, doing it in front of others is as rude as blowing your nose at … Read More
I’ve been called some crappy things in my time, and I’ve hurled a good few insults myself. But there’s one word that, when I hear it, makes me boil with rage. That word is ‘psycho.’ As in: “When I dumped … Read More
I don’t want you to hug me in the office. In fact, unless we’re pretty damned close, I don’t want you to hug me at all. I’ve been called ‘standoffish’ because I’m not the sort of person who responds well … Read More
“What did you get up to last weekend?” “Just… you know… hanging out with the boy.” “Doing what?” “Counting pennies.” I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel like I properly love someone until I’ve persuaded them to join … Read More
We’re all squeamish about certain things – some people hate the sight of blood, others can’t cope with injections, or the possibility of disease, or unclean kitchen worktops. There’s nothing wrong with a certain amount of squeamishness, but I’m surprised … Read More
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