I wonder how many of us have uttered the words “Oh god no! We’re just friends, nothing will ever happen!†And then we found they were our famous last ones.
There comes a point in the life of every young singleton when continuing to resist the urge to call/text the one member of the opposite sex that you shouldn’t, becomes futile.
The Mojo recieves a puzzling gift that triggers some interesting memories.
The Mojo ponders, and in fact lives, the 'sex on the third date' quandry.
The Mojo learns about one of the more disturbing side effects of the pill: she loses her sexual sense of smell.
The Mojo wallows in the horror of phone abandonment and wonders whether there shouldn't be rules about this sort of thing.
The Mojo takes a trip to the GUM clinic
"He/she's out of my league", "He's punching above his weight there" - we've all said it or thought it at one point but does that make us bad bad people?
The Mojo hosts a sleepover and realises that the rules of ex-recycling might have shifted a little since she last had one aged 16.
An unusual one night stand leads The Mojo to consider what exactly the rules of this game might be.
