Riding the Italian Stallion

August 2017 It was a last-minute invite for sex at his place. It had been almost two weeks since I said goodbye to AndrewNotChris which means it had been two weeks since I'd last had sex. While I don't buy into my housemates' theory of not being able to go longer than two weeks, it... Continue Reading →

When you’re infertile and dating, when do you talk about kids?

Today I went shopping for clothes I don’t need for a “divorce” cruise I’m heading off on this Friday. It’s not actually a divorce cruise but the timing of the end of my marriage just happened to coincide with a trip my friend and her husband were going on and I was talked into it... Continue Reading →

My name is AndrewNotChris – Part I

July 2017 I had been off work for two weeks before I could get an appointment with a psychologist. I had been seeing a psych regularly after my infertility diagnosis in 2014. Wendy and I would meet fortnightly or sometimes weekly, depending on how low my mood was. I was taking anti-depressants but it helped... Continue Reading →

My name is ChrisNotChris – Part IV

July 2017 They say karma is a bitch but on this occasion, she was my friend and ally. The morning after Terrible Tuesday, I rang in sick to work. I couldn’t yet face what Chris has told me and sleep beckoned me like a Turkish rug dealer. I messaged my best friend J to tell... Continue Reading →

My name is ChrisNotChris – Part III

4 July 2017 We nicknamed it Terrible Tuesday although the fact that “we” nicknamed anything already reveals there’s more to this story. If I’d been smart, there would never have been a “we” after such a day. He was on his way to the snow and decided to crash at my place and get up... Continue Reading →

My name is ChrisNotChris – Part II

29 June 2017 Last night was my third date with Chris*. He delights me in a million ways. Intelligent and witty, funny and gentlemanly, dirty and considerate. But there’s something off. Something he’s not telling me. He tried to explain that it’s because he had some recent bad dating experiences where the women turned up... Continue Reading →

How adults break up

I asked if you would mind if I wrote about us in this blog. But the truth is I don't want to share our sex stories on here, nor bag you out. I do want to thank you for showing me what a mutually respectful relationship could be. I value it in ways I will... Continue Reading →

My name is ChrisNotChris – Part I

21 June 2017 I met Chris on the weekend for the first time. A 40-something man I’d been speaking with for about a week on Plenty of Fish. We met for brunch and the attraction was instant. We hugged a greeting that felt like I’d known him my whole life. The conversation flowed freely, effortlessly,... Continue Reading →

Finding my way out of the purple patch

purple patch pur·ple \ ˈpach \ noun Informal A section in a piece of writing characterised by rich, fanciful or ornate language Slang a period of success, good fortune, etc Slang a period in life when, for an unknown reason, members of the opposite sex find you more attractive than usual A man I dated introduced me to the term purple patch. It was... Continue Reading →

Hi there stalker, fuck off

For several weeks now I have been receiving harassing messages off a man I met for a date back in November. I was reluctant to give him airtime because that’s no doubt exactly the sort of attention he wants, but his messages are no longer those of a typical rejected male but those of a... Continue Reading →

Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: