One of my favourite things to do in London is explore new places alone. Mainly because I like to do things on my own terms, but sometimes it's because I can never be sure if my findings will be underwhelming - then, at least, I'm only disappointing myself.
I'm no stranger to therapy. If anyone knows what it's like to sit in a room, once painted 'positive' yellow (since bleached by the sun) with chairs as comfy and welcoming as the NHS can afford, it's me.
As a belated birthday treat, I asked my friend where she'd like to go for brunch. As we're both south west I thought she'd suggest somewhere local, but I was quite excited when she said she'd had her eye on NAC for a while, so did I want to try there?
People think that because I date, I know how to date. They ask for me advice - what to wear, what to say - when clearly, as someone "who dates" i.e. is never in a relationship, I don't know what I'm doing any more than the next person.
