Not another cliché Valentine’s Day post

Not another cliché Valentine’s Day post

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 [...]

No, I don’t want to grab a drink.

No, I don’t want to grab a drink.

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 [...]

“Dear, Beth. I am a fuckboy.”

“Dear, Beth. I am a fuckboy.”

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, [...]

I went on a date with a 30-something and the world didn’t explode.

I went on a date with a 30-something and the world didn’t explode.

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 [...]

I’ve already labeled you as a disappointment.

I’ve already labeled you as a disappointment.

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, [...]

When you expect something to come out nothing.

When you expect something to come out nothing.

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 [...]