Why I Have Missed On Goodness That Was Ben

Ben was a workmate of mine back in the Stone Ages when I had a regular job. I know! I can’t believe it either. I mean what are the odds of having a workmate called Ben? He was beautiful. Ripped, too – he was a semi-pro swimmer and I suppose he needed a job because of the “semi” bit. He liked taking his clothes off, which sadly happened very rarely because for some reason he didn’t do it at work. …Read More »

Why I Don’t Get Laid Much

When I came to Amsterdam ten years ago, I was basically Cinderella up for a rude awakening. One of the first times I went on a date the guy told me he’d like to have an open relationship. “Ooh,” I exclaimed, “how unusual and exciting!” He gave me a look. “Everybody has an open relationship in Amsterdam.” This was a rather novel concept for someone who comes from a country in which in 2006 you could essentially be Madonna (i.e. …Read More »

The Shortest Romance That’s Ever Been Sold

I went to pick up my dear friend Nina from the airport. The airplane wouldn’t let her out though (true story bro, I’ll let her fill in the details later) so I had to wait. And there I was, reading a book on my e-reader, when I caught sight of true beauty. He was maybe 28-30, bearded (obviously), with this sort of manga hair in streaks that sticks out naughtily from under a hat, and he was reading. A male …Read More »