Jonny Marine: Part 6

Continued from Part Five... It was kinda perfect, and not really a surprise. I mean, going on holiday with your ex who you split up with because of timing and not lack of feelings? Probably not going to stay platonic. But he was adamant he hadn't expected this. Insistent he hadn't come over with any... Continue Reading →

Jonny Marine: Part 5

Continued from Part Four... We ditched the deep talk with the pie leftovers and kept to safe topics like Brexit and what our friends were up to now for the rest of the journey. That night was the first one sleeping in my van. Now, I've slept in there with many of my friends and... Continue Reading →

Jonny Marine: Part 4

Continued from Part Three… Out of the blue, I got a message from someone in January 2018 asking if they'd just seen me driving around Lincolnshire. Given I was halfway up a mountain in New Zealand at the time, the answer was most definitely no. I didn't recognise the number or the picture and wondered who... Continue Reading →

Jonny Marine: Part 3

Continued from Part Two... I was pretty confused. I loved what I had with The Marine but A had made me think too. But I was moving and A wanted more, both from me and from a relationship, and so made the decision for both of us by starting to see someone else. As much... Continue Reading →

Jonny Marine: Part 2

Continued from Part One... Regardless of what it actually was, the fact still remained that we weren't really together. So I went on to have that perfect week in New Zealand with Johnny #2 and knew things would probably figure themselves out one way or another. And so, less than two weeks after landing back... Continue Reading →

Jonny Marine: Part 1

Another story, another Jonny (this time no h). Aka: The Marine. As the name may suggest, he was a Marine. For those of you who don't know, they are the UK Royal Marine Commandos (the Navy's soldiers) and renowned for being tough as shit. Apparently the training is the longest and most arduous programmes in... Continue Reading →

Johnny Irish

I’m sat in a cafe in Wanaka and I realise it’s the same cafe where I met a guy called Johnny, on my first trip to New Zealand back in 2014. I’m actually sat at the same table; coincidentally the only one free. As I sit down I wonder where he is now. He was... Continue Reading →

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