Last Thursday, I had my last session with my cognitive behavioural therapist (last because that's the limit of the number of sessions you're allowed on the NHS, not because I was all better). He said what I really need is someone to depend on, to fight my corner, to love me how I am, and to recognise the good parts of me. In other words: a boyfriend.
'Cause, you know, I hadn't figured that one out for myself. I'll just pop down the boyfriend shop, then...
4 years and counting. Still a virgin at 24.
Yeah, I'm having a bitter day.