Archives for posts with tag: flirting


Getting excited about vagina t-shirts. Again. But for real this time.

Blue Planet II. Amazing colourful rockpools.

Talk of little Sophie.

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A walk through the little park, to get out the house.

Flirting with Brian.

The house party! Dancing with Alec. Howling into the wind. The fire. Laughing with Lauren.


Pottery. Aside from one of the pieces (yes, that one), they all went well.
Sort of flirting. It made my migraine feel a lot better.

Mike’s terrible accidental gif on Tinder. Didn’t seem to make a difference though. Just made me and Lauren laugh heaps.


Delicious pizza at the pub quiz

Jo’s funny brother

A surprising flurry of OKCupid messages

Did my tax return. I saved WAAAAAAY too much money. I’m suddenly rich!

Made fanny jokes with a woman I don’t know in the Wigan office. Sent her my vagina bowl in return.

Going and buying a card in the afternoon. I got to walk in the sun, listen to some music, flirt with a cute guy and get away from the office. It was a perfect mini break


A busy swish. Finally.

Pizza, beer and chocolate mousse.

Portugal chats with NeverKissedATory.


A valentine’s card from my favourite person.

Having someone to text. All evening.

Boxercise. Smashed it.

(Also, Leightor and his travel bracelet)

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The photos from last night. So many lols. Such a fun evening.

Being back home in the countryside with my parents

‘Always!’