I joke a lot about online dating and how much I do it, but the reality is I hate it. I think it’s painfully awkward, and borderline depressing. At first, it was exciting. I forced myself to say yes to everyone who didn’t
I’ve never really been a “Beyoncé person.” I haven’t seen the HBO documentary, I like some, but not all, of her music, and would never refer to myself as a member of something called the “Bey Hive.” In fact, my college roommate
When I first started blogging back in college, a guy friend of mine told me no one was ever going to want to date me because they’d be too afraid I was going to write about them. “No one wants
Last night, I brought an ex-boyfriend of mine to dinner to meet my parents (that’s normal, right?) to quell their fears that I’m not going to die alone (tough to be 24 and single these days, apparently). He isn’t Jewish,
I’ve been on bad dates before. I once had a guy who ordered 6 tequila shots and left before the bill came, and another one who spent the entire night telling me that being a “writer” isn’t a real job.
I don’t embarrass easily. Considering I am willing to post all of my most horrifying stories on the internet for the entire world to see, that shouldn’t come as much of a surprise to anyone who is reading this (hi