Category Archives: lovers
Highs and lows
This week has been marked by a series of highs and lows. One evening spent in the company of Moriarty and my closest female friend, both of whom know about this blog and yet still talk to me. We sat … Continue reading
Grown up affairs
I have had plenty of time to think about my affair with the economist over the last week. Chatting to him online last week, we agreed to meet for dinner on Thursday. It will be the first time since we parted … Continue reading
A very special birthday party
As I wash the sheets we slept in together, discard the tickets and receipts, delete all traces of the photos I took of him, I feel a calmness, a tranquility wash over me. It was a magical few days. The … Continue reading
The joys of silence
At last, a Saturday morning to myself. No visitors, no husband, just me (and my laptop). A moment to enjoy a freshly brewed cup of coffee in bed, reflect on events of recent days and allow myself the tingle of … Continue reading
Tied up on conference calls
I like flying. No matter how often I fly, I still get that little buzz, the thrill of a new city, a few hours to think, reflect on recent events. And here I sit, on a plane somewhere above Europe, … Continue reading
The countdown is on…
After, what has been an incredibly dry spell and frustrating month, I will at last be able to find a cure for my cravings. Two days until I travel directly from the airport to the economist’s place, where he will … Continue reading
Mortality of the older lover
Over the last few weeks, I’ve had a surprising number of emails and texts from older lover. This comes as some surprise, given he was evasive and non-commital to meet when I was in London over the xmas & new … Continue reading
The fun of infatuation
And so it has started. My infatuation. I find myself thinking about him all the time. Without realising it, I check my phone for messages from him. I keep going back to the two or three photos I snapped of … Continue reading
Schedules – Dinner date
Having left the tall guy in his hotel room, I spent a day walking around London in the rain, hiding in galleries and cafes and watching a film in the afternoon. I was conscious of his scent still lingering on … Continue reading
Interesting insights – a night at home
Last night I saw the economist. We met in an anonymous pub near his office where we chatted briefly over a couple of drinks. As his flatmate (yes, he has a flatmate at the age of 39!) was still away … Continue reading
