I have tried my entire life to find a way to embrace this mantra. As a child, it was so … Continue reading Be glad it happened, not sad it’s over
The most recent sketchball move he made is amazing to me, because it is so insanely stupid. I had asked about his evening, and for whatever reason, that prompted him to send a barrage of pics from his “solo” dinner. He always takes live photos and because I just had a feeling, and I’m smart, I decided to click on them, and the second photo prominently featured a girl’s red-fingernail-polished hand dropping a roll back on the plate, presumably so he could take the super bro-tastic food pic. Continue reading IDFWU…but I do
I love changing someone’s name in my phone to something along the lines of “fuck no” or “nope” or “skeeze” … Continue reading It was nice to, nice to, know ya….
I think as women we are so communicative, it is incredibly difficult to enact the power within silence. Whereas men, I think, respond so profoundly to effectively ignoring. It is crazy difficult to do too. In emotional moments, I think we all just want to express our point and be done with it but not saying anything can truly be the most powerful. Continue reading I Ain’t Sorry
I’ve made a few mistakes recently. The problem is, I know when it’s a mistake, yet I make it. I … Continue reading Bad Blood
Why is it always when you give up on romance, and “take a break,” someone comes into your life that throws that plan off? It seems like the second you stop looking that’s when someone very important comes along. I feel so mixed on my recent turn of events given that I was so excited to take a break from romance, and focus on me, but it’s hard to let a good thing pass you by. Continue reading It Happens Like That
This title may be deceiving, as I’m about to talk about people that aren’t actually strangers, and this event doesn’t necessarily have to occur on the street (it very easily could occur at a bar, a game, or the store). I’m talking about those moments when you run into someone you have slept with, and you both pretend you don’t know each other. Continue reading Street Strangers