Tag: dating
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Worth diamonds
Justin and I have been friends since we were 17, I think. We met on Easter Camp and he was the 1st ever boy to ask for my number. Before the internet and mobile phones, we all had landlines and omg the excitement of a boy calling for me was next level. Justin rang almost […]
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What could have been
I’ve seen the same guy on the train for the last few days and he looks a lot like my friend Troy. He’s always on his phone and wears a brown jacket and dark grey jeans. I wonder where he goes? Maybe to work? He must be a creature of habit like me because we […]
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I’m not that girl
I’m 45, seriously overweight and fed up with life. I’m ugly, guys. I’m not the head turner I used to be. Even so, I want to keep my true ugly form as hidden as possible; so my Instagram and Facebook only show photos from years ago when I was slim and sexy…or are heavily filtered […]
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The question
I fell in love with Matthew Jenkins at a Speedway in Gove. We lived in a small, paradise-like sea-side town in the tip of the Northern Territory. There were only 1000 residents, so we grew up never knowing what a lock was. Our car doors and house doors were always open/unlocked. Nothing ever went missing […]
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the 3 P’s and a C
April 23, 2019 Hey you, I’m at work and I really love this job. I don’t know if I love it because 1) I really need a job 2) It’s temporary so I’m not getting caught up in making friends/impressing people but I like coming into work every day and time goes by really fast. […]
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This is the last time
I found a book of poetry I wrote in my late teens/twenties. One poem really stood out to me and as I read the words, I remember who it was about and how I felt when I wrote it. Heartbroken. Friend-zoned and gutted about it. Here’s my poem – written when I was 27. “This […]
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These are my favourite days…
April 03, 2012 I wanted to spend time remembering things that make me smile today.Here goes: I remember when I slept at the Ambrose’s house in the room they made just for me. With floral bed covers (Mrs Ambrose gave them to me – they’re in my cupboard crying out to be used again but […]
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Bad Dates 3, 4 & 5…
Date 3: A guy about my age with longish, scraggly hair, a t-shirt I suspect was made from hemp and old, worn jeans met me at my favourite park for our date – a walk in the park and maybe drinks after. We’d see how we went. I can’t remember his name, but we’ll go […]
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Bad Dates #2
I decided I’d give dating another go and agreed to meet “Gavin” at a popular waterfront bar in East Perth. We shook hands and I tried not to compare this Gavin to the only Gavin I’d ever encountered before – an abusive man who had robbed me of happiness – and sunlight – for over […]
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Bad Dates #1
We met outside a restaurant in East Perth, it was a rainy day so I was huddled under my bright pink umbrella, biting my lip and wondering for the 100th time if I had come to the right place at the right time. The guy I was waiting to meet had agreed to dinner and […]
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