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That’s always how it is, though, isn’t it? You never realize the true significance of a moment until later.
“Are we swearing off men again?” I shake my head. “No. That way lies madness. But I’m swearing off him.”
The lure of dating apps and the ease with which we can swipe someone into our lives, then swipe someone out of our lives, means that now we’re forever chasing something else, someone else.
“Is he wearing a leather jacket?” I ask admiringly. This seventy-something man is trendier than I am.
“I do hope he’s not a complete bastard,”
Same lmao
I’m not lonely. But there are some couples who make you realize you’ve been alone for quite some time.
I dated a British Airways pilot and he actually turned up in his first officer’s uniform. He said it was because he’d just flown in, but I had serious doubts. And yes, he was the one I slept with on the first date. It was inevitable.
I feel that
“I kind of live off the conversations for a little while—does that make sense? And when that well empties out a bit, he calls again or he messages me and it kind of…” “Lifts you up?” Joan volunteers.
“It’s how all romances start: with something nice, something easy that brings two people together.”
When the conversation around me turns to me and my “love life,” I feel like Bridget Jones around the dinner-party table. Smug marrieds everywhere.
Lmfao same
“We never really started as friends, did we? There was always something more to this. You must have felt it too.”
🥲
I am a bad person. In the haste of all of this, contraception has completely gone from my mind.
It be like that sometimes
“Did you have adult sleepovers with that young man?” “Eleven,” I boast with a smile. “Well, I say!” Joan chuckles. “I think that deserves a biscuit.”
Don’t put everything on hold. Be there for him. But the world keeps spinning. Don’t give up on everything that makes you you.”
“Bloody hell,” I say. “What’s the rush? Are you pregnant?” She glugs a giant mouthful of wine. “Christ, no.
The train starts moving and the man stops looking through me, looks at me, smiles and then the lightning bolt of recognition hits him, he visibly inhales, the train moves, and then I watch him mouth, “Hannah,” as his eyes widen in shock. And then he’s gone, carried away into the tunnel.
I’m going to scream
And then I went up to Whitstable. I’d like to say it was for some real tourist reason, but I went because Hannah talked about it so much that I had to see what she saw, and where she grew up.
Sobbing
“I know you’ve had a rough time of it,” she says. “And I can’t imagine what you’ve been through. But if you find her, and if you break her heart a second time, I will track you down and I will gut you like a fish.”
“I’m not gonna lie. It’s not life-or-death. This is about something else. Amore.” “Amore.” Marco nods, reaching into his jeans pocket for his motorcycle keys. “Say no more, my friend.”
I can’t stop crying this is so cute
