Introduction

I guess you need a bit of back up information here, though I doubt I can sum up the last 27 years in a paragraph. Ok lets try and do one better and sum it up in a sentence.

Party Girl. Bitch. Commitment Phone. Utterly Selfish. Sometimes (ok often) slag.

I can’t say men were a complete alien species to me, for I fumbled, fiddled and fucked my way through enough of them to simply think that they were put here as playthings. I know it sound harsh, hard -hearted maybe. But this concept of sharing and caring and being a part of ‘me and you’ was just something I didn’t understand.

Just as I never understood my girlfriends who couldn’t be single for longer than 5 minutes (how do you fall in love 5 times in so many years, is that love?) I could also never get my head around why anyone would want to fall in love and be part of this crazy world of relationships.

I mean, I am a lucky girl, I live in the sunshine in a crazy European country that I have made my home, I have been partying since I was 16 (world over.. thank you very much for those crazy summers) and have done exactly what I wanted, when I wanted.

I love living alone, I love being able to wear over size t-shirts and eating mismatched meals from my (normally empty) cupboards, I love being able to take off for crazy nights, weekends out at no notice, I like having the freedom to take my clothes off in public or chat up the barman of the nightclub without feeling I am going to have someone have a go at me about it.

I loved my life. Sure there have been lonely moments, but nothing a quick drink with my friends wouldn’t cure and its not like sex for the single female is all that hard to find.

So how come after all these years of being sweetly and happily selfish, did I, just 5 weeks ago let someone in my life who has only ready turned it sidewards … and is on the way to turning it right up side down?