When Harry promised to be there for Sally. ‘Tell them, boys, bye’

When Harry promised to be there for Sally. ‘Tell them, boys, bye’

Sadly, I haven’t always been as fortunate as now in terms of love. Even though my experience is not that extensive, somehow I still managed to meet some jerks on the road, or let’s not be that bitchy – some good boys who acted as jerks in particular situations. Is that better? And I am not the only one; my girlfriends’ stories have honestly left me speechless (those who know me are aware how hard is this to achieve). Some of the phrases we have heard just made me wonder what the hell the personas we went out with even thought.  Luckily, I was granted with permission to reveal some of those ‘Tell them, boys, bye’ encounters. Just to make it clear, I am not trying to expose or humiliate the boys, but rather to expose the idiocy of their actions so they do not repeat them with someone else. Don’t worry, guys, both ours and your names are changed. And some of yours – happily forgotten, but your nonsense will be remembered by us for the years to laugh at 😉

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The art of missing…him

The art of missing…him

      I am a lucky girl, no, wait, I am the luckiest one…yet the past couple of weeks felt like months, some days even like ages. I have had quite a few goodbyes in my life, especially in the last three years since I am abroad, nothing unusual for someone studying in a foreign country. Silly me, I thought I have mastered the art of ‘pretend-we-will-meet-tomorrow ‘ with my family and friends. Well,  I admit,  I still share some tears when my mum wishes me safe travel on the train/ bus station or at the airportBut as Sinéad O’Connor sings – nothing compares to…him.

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