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I like three word titles. Once I used the first one, I could not stop. Nigel says they are not ‘commercial’ enough. He even directed me to a website that has an AI that will write titles for you. We need clicks, he says.

What I say is ‘No’. Probably with a few choice words that cloud my middle-class brain. I use the titles that I want.

We call Nigel our illustrious leader. This is not because he is. It is our way of mocking him. If he wanted to control what goes on his website he should not have given me the keys to type what I want.

But you do not want to read about the internal machinations of the Wingerworth Writers’ Association. You want, I hope, to read the happenings in my life.

Ten days was my last effort. I went to the quiz night with Cyril. He was lovely all night. I did not answer many questions. Peter, Cyril’s friend was a teacher in a comprehensive school and Rosy was a GP. We came second. I suspected I knew a few of the answers but I was a little afraid to speak out because the three of them took it all so seriously.

He drove me home. My children were in and I told him I could not invite him in. All the attention he would get from them would be off putting. “That is fine,” he said with a half-smile. “I did not really expect to. I enjoyed tonight, thanks for filling in.”

Placing my hand on his, I told him, “I enjoyed it too.”

It was the merest clash of lips. The type of kiss you give a friend or a close acquaintance. It felt like the end of our evening. For a few seconds I did not move. He said nothing. I got out the car. Gave him a wave goodnight, and returned to my house.

Perhaps he likes to take things slow. He might not like me in that way.

That was all I could thing off for the rest of the week. I did not feel like joining them in the pub last Friday. My mind and body were cooling on him.

I met up with Mel (AKA Medular Sinclair) instead. We had a couple of glasses of wine and chatted about life. “I wouldn’t date someone you work with,” she warned me again. “Considering you are looking to ‘bounce’ as you put it it could get messy. Think about the atmosphere when you dump him at the height of his love for you.”

She does have a point. But it is hard to meet a man in this day and age. Everyone who dates seems to be online. Swipe, swipe, swipe. If you are ugly you just swipe that you like everyone, and what men see are just another place to dunk their dick.

What is a girl to do. Am I a beast to just want to feel loved. Am I beast to want to meet men in the old fashioned way. Am I a beast.

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