When I was doing the online dating thing, I used to complain that everyone put their best pictures out there. Or they would describe themselves as ‘Athletic and Fit.’ Uhhh, yeah, back in high school??? I mean, seriously, a picture from 10 years ago is so deceiving! My ex-boyfriend bought me a cute pink tank-top
When I was out on a date, my date went to the bathroom. Now alone, someone approached and asked me out. I really liked the guy I was dating. But I said yes to the stranger. Why not? I like having back-ups. Makes me feel good about myself.
I don’t drink coffee. Coffee’s nasty. I take my caffeine in the form of cocoa. Who doesn’t love hot chocolate? I’ve tried them all: Peet’s Starbucks, Tully’s. There’s this bakery near my parents’ house that melts bars of chocolate. Pure decadence, but also too rich. My all-time favorite hot chocolate is at Coffee Bean and
I’m turning 30 and I can’t help but grapple over one question–Am I happier in a committed relationship or single? I go back and forth. And when I come to a decision, I believe my judgment to be clouded and eventually change my mind again. As I sit here at the bar in one of
Ray told me to meet him at the yacht club right after work on Friday. It was a gorgeous, sunny day barely a breeze in town. If I could hurry up and get there by 5:30, he and a few others were departing for a short sail. If not, no worries, he would leave a