Before Christmas I did something I’ve never done before: I shagged a girl and stopped talking to her afterwards. I just wasn’t that into her. Too big. She smokes. I want someone I feel like I connect with a bit more, and for that I need to start stepping forward. I’m in my 30s now, for fuck’s sake.
My friends are all settling down, like normal people in their late twenties / early thirties do, but I’m not. I just can’t find what I want. That’s why I spent new year with my parents, their friends and their annoying teenage daughter (who somehow beat my ass at Scrabble). That’s why my younger sister’s married and I’m not. That’s why I struggle to like myself.
I need to join a few more clubs and societies and take a few wild risks, and accept that some women will be pleased I decided I’d go over and talk to them. Well. January.