Valentine’s Day; a day for love and romance and all that jazz. It’s been a while since I’ve been seeing someone over Valentines Day, so it doesn’t usually register. I was at work; about 11am and Nick (who’s staying in my flat) messaged me about something. “Oh, and you’ve had a delivery,” he said. What? It’sContinue reading “A year in moments #4 – the Valentine’s Day mystery”
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A year in people #62 – the guy who ghosted me
Short story. Quite happy being single. But. Met a guy, got on well, swapped details. He messaged daily. Seemed genuinely interested in me and my life. Went on a couple of dates. Seemed to be going OK. Messaging changed. Didn’t stop completely, but you know when you can just tell? “I reckon I’m getting ghosted”Continue reading “A year in people #62 – the guy who ghosted me”
A year in people #58 – the 21 year old
I was 31. There was 10 years between us. We met at work; he was doing some kind of graduate placement. It sounds like some kind of Mrs Robinson thing, and if I’d seen that film I’d be able to comment on whether there were any similarities. As it is, I haven’t, so I can’t.Continue reading “A year in people #58 – the 21 year old”
A year in people #51 – the guy with the mini
“Hello is that Tara?” said a voice on the phone. “Yep, speaking.” I replied. “This is Jane* from the DVLA.” she said. Oh crap, I thought. What’s happened? What had I done (or not done)? I was sure I’d paid my car tax. “Errr, well, this is all a bit awkward.” she said. Jesus? WhatContinue reading “A year in people #51 – the guy with the mini”
A year in people #39 – the hot Australian
“Do you guys mind if I sit here?”. I pointed to a bean bag, in the recovery zone at Ultra Trail Australia next to a small group of men chatting. “No, you go ahead.” I dropped down, quite literally, with a big “Oh!” on the bean bag, as it was most certainly not as comfortableContinue reading “A year in people #39 – the hot Australian”
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 wasContinue reading “Johnny Irish”
Can you be happy alone?
A musing from a conversation the other night with a friend who I’d not spoken to much since I got to New Zealand. He said he was worried about me, because I’m not dating anyone/in a relationship. I told him I was quite happy being alone. But no one’s happy alone, he says. I toldContinue reading “Can you be happy alone?”
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