The only thing that “Goodbye, My Lover” was psyching me up for was a funeral

The only thing that “Goodbye, My Lover” was psyching me up for was a funeral The robes come off, you check each other out for a sphincter-crushingly awkward ten minutes, then you get dressed and proceed to speed date as normal. At least, that’s what the tickets said. The atmosphere fizzed like prosecco: we giggled,… Continue reading The only thing that “Goodbye, My Lover” was psyching me up for was a funeral