A number. I’m drunk and stupid and all I can think about is a number. Her number. Left the party early, overwhelmed by Saint Patrick’s celebrations ...

She couldn’t begin to understand what was so different about me, what was this thing about honesty and emotional openness. “I’m naked all the time&#...

She broke my heart. I broke my bed fucking other women, trying to forget her. Couldn’t. It was her whom I was shagging. She, with a different face, smell,...

Her room was a mess. Dozens of papers, magazines and books piling up in every corner. Clothes spread all over the place, like victims of a fashion terrorist att...

She’s leaving today. My Danish friend, the Scandinavian lover, my Nordic nurse. She, who has taken all my broken hearted shit, who has dealt with my commi...