My Subway Love Story Falling in love while working at Subway should be impossible. The shop is simply far too cramped, far too flimsy, and far too green to invite any possibility of romance. The quintessential beeping of a fast-food restaurant impedes any conversation, and you are shuttled around the store endlessly, baking bread and grabbing lettuce. The boredom of a minimum-wage job, however, demands connection, and under the watchful eye of Subway, I became brothers-in-arms with my...

On forgetting the name of your dog I started to wear my favourite perfume again. It is citrusy, and my mom gifted it to me, but I stopped using it for a year because whenever I did, I expected to find you sitting next to me. I wore vanilla for a while. I liked it less, but at least I was not haunted by ghosts. I would spy on your life like a child outside a candy shop. The new city, the new job, the new girl. And what about me? On my side of the fence, I was stuck. Couldn’t move forward,...

Cry Me a River: Be Wary of Thy ‘Sensitive’ Boys During my stint here in St Andrews, one of the few guys I became involved with was supposed to be easy. A short-term friends-with-benefits situation for a girl down on her confidence. He was sweet and, most dreaded of all, sensitive. As I came to discover for myself, sensitivity is misunderstood. At first, I thought it was a sign of being comfortable with your masculinity. This boy pro claimed to love romcoms, sang in public, wore jewellery,...