The List

I remember after I met my boyfriend, my friends would ask me, where did you meet him, and how did you do it? I was, like them*, an absolute disaster at dating, I was in my forties, and I had a track record that felt a little bit like The Northman’s**.

I remember before I met him. Friends would tell me, enough with boys. You need a man. You’re a woman for f%@k’s sake! You need a real man who will care for you.

I also remember when I met him.
The first time he held me in his arms, I was like…

…But let me start at the beginning.

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DISCLAIMER

I’m about to give love advice, which I absolutely hate doing, but do all the time.

Why do I hate doing it? Because there is not one right answer to anything, whether it’s about style, about cooking, about dating and even less so about falling in love. Also, giving advice kind of implies that I am in some sort of ideal relationship***, which I so am not.

Why do I do it all the time? Because 1/ It’s my absolute favourite subject and 2/ It’s delicious to talk ab…