Dating Coach For Lovers

Yesterday the boyf and I were invited to his mums as she wanted to arrange for the baby and I to be prayed for. I don't claim to be the most religious person on earth but I'm not naive enough to not recognise that a bit of positivity and prayer certainly isn't the worst thing that could happen at this particular point in my life. It did occur to me that I should ask the boyf what it entailed...and promptly forgot about it... So when we were in Sainsbury's grabbing breakfast on the way to his mum's, I didn't think anything of it when he picked up a bottle of cod liver oil that his mum had just asked him to buy... An hour or so later, I'm sitting with the pastor with a rather bemused look on my face as he goes through the prayers. The boyf and I at this point had stopped catching each other's eyes for fear that we'd have a fit of the giggles. The pastor was lovely but he did keep praying for a speedy birth and the boyf and I were cacking ourselves. I w

I’m sitting at my kitchen bar in my sunny studio in LA, listening to Jazmine Sullivan-inspired Pandora radio station, and feeling so happy to be here. I’m excited about the new beginnings that my first real experience living in LA means. New beginnings don’t come without some endings: School:  My first year of Harvard Business School is over. Arguably, the hardest—and most memorable—part of my HBS experience is behind me. It was a year where I learned a lot in and outside of the classroom about how the world works and what part I want to play in it. Love:  My 20-day boyfriend turned out to be just that. I wasn’t ready for the hard work that comes with making a relationship work. I especially wasn’t ready for the hard work that comes with making a long distance relationship work. Q is a winner, and I think we’d be a great match–someday. Maybe we’ll find each other again under better circumstances, or maybe we were meant to have a brief and intense encounter that will guide us in our fut

  Towards the end of the Easter Sunday service, the priest was giving out Cadbury's Creme Eggs. I didn't go up first time around but when he said that there were still loads left, the boyf's mum urged me to go up, knowing how much I love chocolate. I carried the bambino up with me and her eyes lit up as they held out the foil covered egg and she snatched it gleefully, refusing to let it out of her grip. A few minutes later we headed off on the short walk home and I looked in at  her in the pushchair where she was still clinging to the egg in worship. I peaked in at her half way home. "Boyf, you don't think she's managed to break the egg do you?" I said worriedly. It was difficult to see with the raincover and the snow. He looked in. "Nah..." Minutes later we were home. I lifted up the raincover and was shocked to be confronted by a guilty looking bambino smeared in chocolate and goo. Somehow, she'd managed to pierce the foil and the egg and t

  It's been a pretty crazy week. The bambino turned one, yay!...and I failed my driving test this morning - Oh.F*ck.... F*ckity, f*ckity, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, ffffffffff*******CCCCCCCKKKKK! The funny thing is that it was mostly minor stuff that was totally down to nerves like raising the clutch too quickly when I was moving away. You'd think he'd have let me off! Instead he of the the big yellow reflective waistcoat in the passenger seat claimed me doing that to the clutch hurt his neck! Honestly, like bleedin' male flu! Drama! So I had a big strop on me this morning after the test where I was like "F*ck it, I'm not doing the shaggin test again...I don't need to drive. Sure, the tube and the train have been fine so far....". The instructor was laughing and he kept telling me that the majority of people fail first time. Is that supposed to make me feel better? Failure by numbers? Then I called up the boyf in Germany who I think thought I was taking the pis

  Don't be eating whilst you read this bit... I'd love to say that very little can shock or surprise me, but Other People's Beaver's will always catch me off guard... I'm sitting on a sofa and She of the Beaver is sitting on a breakfast stool in front of me. Her mobile rang and she hastily excused herself, scrambled out of the seat, and in slow motion I found myself trapped in beaver headlights! I felt myself freeze as the skirt went right up, the legs went in opposite directions, and excess beaver hair hanging over side of knickers left me clutching myself and burying my head in the sofa as she departed. I don't want to see your fandora/fanny/va-jay-jay/vagina or whatever you want to call it! And I certainly don't want to see it if it looks like you need a weedwacker, a helmet, and some shatterproof glasses to go near it, nevermind chop it off! Honestly, I feel like I could go straight upstairs and remove all of my beaver just through the trauma of seeing s

  Dear Guys, Well I thought I would just sit on this for a few days but now I think I will ask for your advice. So about three years ago I met a guy, and it turned out we had a lot of common friends and have some of the same interests. We are compatible on so many levels but on others we aren’t. We had a lot of attraction and finally we ended up hooking up. (We are both 29.) It went on for a few months until he suddenly ended it. (I was moving away for work for four months and that was known to both parties.) He called me one day and said what we were doing wasn’t a good idea and that we should just be friends. I tried to act cool and moved away. When I moved back I texted him and he called me and I never called him back. Then we ran into each at an event four months later. (This was eight months after we ended whatever we were doing.) It was clear we were still attracted to each other and started hooking up together again. He kept asking me to hang out. I resisted and told hi