I had strum up this idea 5 vodka sodas deep a night at the bar about a week after Thanksgiving. Men are cancelled. I had been "breadcrumbed" by a guy who had been chasing me for about a year, then got a fiancé, broke up with said fiancé, took me on a date where we [...]
Confession: I'm really bad at chilling the fuck out. When I'm not worried about work, school, guys, money, my chronic illness or how my body looks in the mirror, I find something else to worry about. I can't remember exactly when my anxiety started, but I can't remember a time where I didn't have anxiety. [...]
TRIGGER WARNING: sexual assault, rape. Hey gorgeous, can I take you out to lunch? Damn those legs. My headphones suddenly becomes a mental shield. I know you heard me. His presence is so close. The cigarette smoke fills my nostrils. Hey let me -- "Can you just fuck off? I'm not interested, leave [...]
I wasn't going to write a blog post today. I wanted to avoid the cliché of being the single gal with a dating blog writing a post on Valentine's Day. But, the Universe suggested otherwise. I was on my morning walk with Kevin and I passed by a guy who I slept with a few [...]
Let's take one more shot and go back to your place. My half-eaten ramen bowl sat in front of me with a cocktail glass half full of a crushed lime and watered down Tito's. Two more tequila shots please! Rail's fine. Rail tequila? I'm equally grossed out as I am offended. He closes out his [...]
Are you going to talk me afterwards if we have sex? I felt his breath on my neck, his naked skin against mine. Of course, I just can't stay the night. That answer was good enough for me, even thought it really wasn't. The door shuts behind him after he leaves my dorm. I wait [...]
I've been holding off on writing this post for several reasons. I've written drafts, none of which felt right. I wasn't in the right mindset, and I'm not totally sure I am right now. Tonight, I find myself at a cider bar sipping on ice water. The lighting is dim, Ariana Grande's Sweetener album is on repeat [...]
I'm in a hoe phase. Send. I'm in the second Uber-of-Shame in a 7 day period. LOL YAAAAS BETH! My friend responds. I'm not sure if this is something to be celebrated, but it's fine. Woooo, go me! Go sexual liberation! I decide to celebrate too. I swallow the throw up that conjures in my throat [...]
I write this in a state of anxiety. Not quite a full-blown anxiety attack, but more of a well, low-key anxiety attack. **** I'm a senior in high school. I'm ready to graduate and jet off to college. I'm over the rumors, the whispers in the hallway, the looks. I'm over the way I morphed [...]
It was the shortest relationship I've ever had. Laughable, almost. *** I don't like to put a timeline on my life. I don't like to say you should arguing with your S/O over how many pillows you should have on your bed at age 27. Or you should be making x amount of money at the age of [...]
