Most single lasses have one. The straight guy friend who’s like a brother. You love each other to pieces despite the fact he can’t braai for shit and you never approve of his girlfriends (they’re never good enough).

He is super protective, never forgets your birthday, doesn’t mind when you sing the wrong lyrics to his favourite songs and is always there for you. You wouldn’t dare try and have a relationship because well, eeeeuw, he’s like…

Einstein said the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

Of course, Gary Player also said “Practise makes perfect”. Ok, I’ll just sit here while the intelligent make their minds up. Wtf.

In this wonderful warzone of love paradoxes I felt lost. I really should have left a trail of breadcrumbs...

The GPRS says one thing: I am a serial…

Stop being so unreasonable. What does that even mean? Stop being me so you can be more you all over the place?

I think that in all relationships it’s important to have requirements, boundaries, and, dare I say it, expectations. But, what is reasonable to one person may be utter ludicrousness to someone else…

I have been reading a few books about dating, relationships, etc etc. Steve Harvey keeps saying that men respect women…

Denial. Such a lovely, graphic little adjective, isn’t it? I must say, for a word that mostly is inherent in men refusing to see a doctor when they’re bleeding to death, I seem to be doing it very well.

I have been shoving it up your noses from day dot-“trust the gut” I yelled, “vote gut for President” I preached, yada yada yada. Snore. Do as I say, not as I do.

I stand up and raise my hand, I am guilty as charged.…