Twenty odd

Can gay guys hit on your boyfriend and it’s ok?? At risk of sounding like the classic “i’m not racist, I have a black friend” .. I have lots of gay friends and I’m not homophobic. I have been blessed with a boyfriend that looks like what has been described to me on many occasions as George Michael/ Gary Barlow/ Daniel Bedingfield. Apart from him catching me goofily gawping at him in mirrors (awkward) it has initiated a whole different world of brain complications in the form of men. Homosexual men in particular, but I can’t deny the fact that straight guys have to be added to the list too. He seems to illicit something from guys, as if he’s cycling around topless with a boom box strapped to the back of his bike playing club Tropicana whilst he sips on a calipo in a dreamy haze. Men around him get giggly and playful with him somehow luring out their most feminine side (all fine and ok, it’s 2018). However, as the crazy primal protective ‘you can look but I’m watching you’ woman and gir...

You didn’t do English literature, you can’t write a blog. I can’t be the only person who thinks this. Writing a blog makes me envision bitchy women that I have encountered in life. Those who could write one entry on a blog and then probably end up moving to London, working in a fancy office and posting quirky selfies where they are somehow covered in glitter on a Tuesday (not that I have anything against glitter, I don’t). I’m talking about the women who preferred rosé to gin for most of their legal and illegal age life (until gin became cool like two years ago) and now they drink only gin and laugh about rosé drinkers. You know the ones! come on, and if you don’t then you probably are them (truth). Well anyway, I’m writing this blog and I was never any good at English language but it’s happenning anyway. Enjoy!