Mr Turkmenistan

I promised not to go back to the Middle East, Arab or anything remotely similar. However, he was English by heritage so I bent my rules. Also, I didn’t have much of a chance to protest his enterance into my life. He knocked into me from behind with his suitcase as he walked behind me […]

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Mr Lyon 

He said he was looking for something different. As they say, you should be careful about what you wish for as he got exactly what he thought he wanted when I came round the corner and slammed him in his face with my enormous shades (despite the clouds and the horrific rain). I could tell […]

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Mr Russia 

He was unconventionally attractive. This means that I found him appealing as he looked like an evil Bond villain. He talked without any emotions attached to his words. It was as if he was reading out a script of someone else’s life with nonchalance.  He had chosen well with Bibendum. It was one of the […]

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Mr Venezuela 

He laughed in between every other word. I couldn’t take him seriously but then I knew that was just what I loved about him. People get caught up in their own bullshit and forget to laugh stuff off. He always reminded me that you always must laugh from the bottom of your butthole – as […]

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Mr Bali 

He was exotic indeed. Indonesian- Iranian: god bless his parents for his vibrant gene pool. If they were to die achieving nothing else but the child at least they could say that they created a new race.   We had a drink by a dimly lit hotel bar and he insisted on going to a party. […]

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Mr England take 2

The other A-listers started to sense a new presence on the block. Mr Germany noticed the proportion of time I was online on Whatsapp had increased, while the number of messages I responded to had dramatically decreased. He was doing that creepy Whatsapp spy game I hated. I couldn’t be bothered with him. After his […]

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Mr Germany 

This bloody cow has me in the middle of the street screaming ‘Melodyyyyy’ at the top of my voice. Why must Tinder rinse my battery to zero before 6PM every day? Why could I not foresee this and write her address down like a logical person? Only 100+ flats to choose from. I look like […]

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