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 … Continue reading Not another cliché Valentine’s Day post
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 … Continue reading No, I don’t want to grab a drink.
Do you get a weird source of inspiration from public transport? Like, I always feel like I’m at my peak of inspo wen I’m on a train, plane or bus. I'm not sure if this is a normal thing, but I always get my best thoughts out at the expense of a $3.65 metro ride…or … Continue reading I decide it’s ok to give a shit.
The blind in the middle window of my bedroom is broken. I should get it fixed, but I enjoy Mother Nature as an alarm clock. You cannot hit snooze on the sun. I've tried. Mother Naure is relentless. I am relentless. The sun woke me that morning, the same way it always does. I looked … Continue reading Words.
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, … Continue reading “Dear, Beth. I am a fuckboy.”
The last time I went on a date with an age gap, I was a sophomore in college. Blissfully unaware of decent vodkas, 401ks, and the tackiness of my fake Long Champ. He was 27, I was 20. At the time this age gap seemed astronomical. Like, 7 years?! Omg he was legally able to drink when … Continue reading I went on a date with a 30-something and the world didn’t explode.
"I'll just have one more," he promised. "I swear this is the last one." I laughed, knowing very well that this was definitely not the case. I pulled the Yuengling handle down and tipped the pint glass underneath. "So, how many more beers is she worth?" I asked as I placed the beer in … Continue reading Just go the f*ck home.
Since I have moved to a new city, my blog has taken a bit of a backseat; a fault that I can only place on myself. I wondered why my hands were incapable of writing something up; inspiration isn't hard to find as a writer. I tried to blame it on my lack of time, … Continue reading I’ve already labeled you as a disappointment.
I sat on the Red Line, my legs crouched up on the seat, sunglasses resting on top of my head. My back rested on the metal next to the end-chair and the germ infested hand bar. While seemingly uncomfortable, I was quite cozy with a book in hand. The loud noise of the train made … Continue reading Two single people on the subway
I walked by him at a party, surrounded by strangers and the piercing sound of rap music that I had no interest in listening to. I had never seen him before, despite him being in the same grade as me. "Beth's the kind of gal you take home to your parents," he drunkenly announced to his … Continue reading When you expect something to come out nothing.