You can call me an optimist, but I like to think I’m just hopeful.
I find that losing yourself and finding yourself is one of the greatest human experiences we could ever endure. There’s something about self-awareness that fascinates me so much.
You can also call me self-involved, but I like to think I’m just in touch with who I am. Read More
The story begins with a simple blog announcement.
I announced on this lovely blog that you’re reading, that I would be posting a story called, “My Summer Fling with Chandler Bing.” The story (which got great hits by the way, thanks for reading! And if you haven’t read it yet click here, lovah) was about my New York City love affair with a boy from Boston.
So tell me why I get a phone call from a boy who was clearly pressed and was no way part of my summer in NYC, talking about some ” I saw your announcement for My Summer Fling with Chandler Bing and it better not be about me.” Read More
I wouldn’t say I’ve become more of a bitch, I just refuse to fuck around.
Actually scratch that, I’m definitely more of a bitch. A bold bitch to be exact. And that’s good you know, like taking charge, not putting up with bullshit. But prior to this transition, I was just a little bitch boy who was pretty damn pathetic, so much so I would’ve done anything for the one and only Jayden Tucker. Read More
A couple weeks ago, a HuffPost article called “23 Things to Do Instead of Getting Engaged When You’re 23” created quite the stir.
Single people like myself instantly clicked on the piece, shared it with all our friends on Facebook and connected with the writer’s perceptions of young marriage. Read More
Spinsters & Otherwise,
Most of you (I’m sure) have noticed in the past month or so, that random men or women from your sexual or romantic past decided to hit you up out of nowhere to “talk” or “hang out.” Where are these tricks coming from? Why are they turning up out of the blue uninvited? I asked myself this same question. It began with Facebook likes, Instagram comments and retweets from some thirsty bugaboos. And then it always led up to a text message saying, “Hey it’s been so long! How are you?” Thus the cycle had begun. Cuffing season is upon us.
By Moll Levine
I woke up sad this morning because I felt like I had no one to love.
It had been a long year of trials and tribulations, but at this point I felt like I knew less than ever before. It took me a long time to get out of bed this morning but it took me even longer to make a decision. I wore what I wore yesterday because it didn’t matter and that’s how my morning went. This blueness makes me soft so I proceeded with delicacy at this time. During the day you are more aware of yourself and the way your body fills up space, the more the day is usually filled with challenges. Read More
by Samantha Hancey
There is an increasing trend on my Facebook news feed with date nights turned into engagements, weddings, baby showers and then so on and so forth. There’s even the occasional “ladies night” that turns that into a “couples thing.” These are the things that makes me open my bottle of wine and settle into another Saturday night at home with Olive (the cat). While I’m poppin’ the cork on a bottle of cabernet and turning on my Netflix, I realize, “Who needs a boyfriend when I have lots of cute boys at the click of a button?” Read More
By Rosemarie Dombrowski
When JT says “it’s just that no one makes me feel this way” in “SexyBack,” my initial response is to swoon, and my next is to emphatically agree. And that’s because I know that no one can make me feel fabulous about myself but me. And that’s exactly why I’m bringing single back. Read More