When I was 16 there was a boy that I was, to put it frankly, obsessed with. We had been in the same high school since the age of 11, but it wasn’t until Year 10 that we started having lessons together and my longing for him began.
We became good friends, speaking every day…
We all know the feeling: head pounding, booze sweats and a delightful dose of hang-xiety kicking in. The morning after a night out is rarely fun, but none have been as bad as when I woke up in the bed of a work colleague. This is what happens when you blur the professional line, I…
It was a normal Friday night in Oxford in March 2019. As usual, my flatmates and I decided to go out clubbing. This involved getting way too drunk in an attempt to forget life's troubles.
I had just lost my virginity earlier that year and, for some reason, I thought that gave me some sort…
It was 2015 and I was at a friend's 16th birthday party — think plastic cups, girls in an assortment of flammable PrettyLittleThing dresses and a palpable ignorance to the effects of alcohol on the body.
My ambition for the night was to “get some”. I didn’t care who or how, I just wanted some…
I was writing moody short stories and living in a tiny house with six girls by the river in Exeter. She (let’s call her F) was living in the uni’s second fanciest halls and working on her Harry Potter Society presidency campaign. It was a classic love story.
We’d been seeing each other for a…
They say a woman’s intuition is never wrong, but I believe a horny man’s is far superior. I’d barely thought of T for the past month, feeling vaguely pleased with his lack of interaction. I’d relaxed at the thought of his absence, relieved by his slow fading from my life.
T seemed to possess clairvoyant…
“I just wasted a condom.” That was the text I received after ditching my holiday hookup when things started to get a little bit… uncomfortable.
A few hours earlier, I’d arrived at my hostel in the south of Brazil. As a solo traveller I was keen to make as many friends as possible, so I…
It was a crisp Wednesday night in Canterbury city centre. The town was awash with the scent of half price jagerbombs and VKs. There was a sense of anticipation in the air: who would be getting with who in the dark, sticky corners of Club Chemistry tonight?
I decided, as I hopped on the ‘Chem…
New Year’s Day 2017—purposely a day of celebration, but always the worst day of the year. Why do we always bring in a fresh calendar of opportunities with a raging headache and a glass of Berocca? Why can’t we celebrate anything nice without inflicting dozens of tiny tequila stabs to the liver? Do we actually…
It was late afternoon on a bright summer’s day and punters were out in their droves, seeking beer gardens in which to soak up the sun. I slouched against the wall of the pub we’d agreed to meet at, as the minutes stretched into a just-about-forgivable eight-minute tardiness.
The longer I awaited my Tinder date’s…