When you start to identify yourself as someone less than who you are is when you need to walk away.
There she was, sitting in La Colombe. Typing away on her marble-skinned MacBook wearing thick, square glasses. Ray Bans, perhaps. Thick, dark hair pulled back in a messy ponytail with a wool gray scarf draped around her neck sipping on what seems to be a cappuccino. Or maybe a latte. Cafe au lait? I'm not sure. Every few seconds she looks up from her [...]
I got a rather hilarious email from a reader last night. It was a strange combination unexpected and revolting yet charming to some degree? With his permission, he let me talk about it on here. Here's the email: Hey Beth, I've been following your blog for quite a while. My initial to the first post was, [...]
"Happy New Year, Beth :)" the text(s) read. Does that happen to anyone else? As soon as Christmas or NYE hits, your inbox suddenly becomes flooded with messages from men you haven't spoken to in months? It's like, ah, I know I fucked up, but it's the holidays! Happy Holidays! Let's forget about everything I've ever [...]
He usually texts at around 2am. Sometimes I'll receive a sober phone call in the afternoon to "say hi," and other times it's a 4am, "Hey, what's up?" text. Never consistent, never expected, never sought after. I don't wait by the phone for a message to pop up. His name seems to be slightly larger than [...]
spotify:track:0bZ52QzCCKfrfOqs7za6lI I'll never forget the first night we met. A salmon summer dress, cheap strappy sandals. He, plaid shorts and and collared Ralph Lauren polo. Clear vodka in a clear Poland Springs bottle. Sticky fraternity floors and strobe lights against the graffiti-filled basement wall. An early September night, sweat dripping down my neck. A promise [...]
I woke up yesterday morning, my head was pounding. I could feel the mascara stuck to my eyelashes from the night before. I rolled out of bed, hopped in the shower. Pulled a black tank over my head and managed to put on my skinny jeans without feeling like I needed to vomit. Sunday regrets from [...]