Diary of a Sentimental Heart: Part 7.

The second ever first date, when toilet brush chat enters the room and searching for a man in good trousers…

Incredibly or not, there seems to be a Fleabag or PWB still to accurately represent every moment of my dating experience in the last two years. Thank you, wonderful woman.

After the ending of one of the most seminal relationships in my adult life (if we excuse my first ever primary school Valentine’s day card which *felt* enormous to me, and the one sided infatuation I had with the James from Busted poster on my bedroom wall when I was about 8), thinking about heartbreak again honestly felt really quite unappealing (if I had the breakup album writing capabilities of Taylor Swift I’m sure I might feel differently).