Sometimes, on the days when I decide I don’t like people, (hey, even your friendly neighborhood optimist gets grumpy sometimes) it is important to remember that interacting with random human beings can be the best.
I will admit that in the past, on more than one occasion, I have uttered the words “I’m not like a typical girl.” And I’m realizing that statement is a complete lie. With that in mind, I’m working on removing it from my vocabulary entirely. It’s reductive and demeaning and ridiculously trite. Plus straight-up not true. … More I AM like other girls.
Yesterday, I had a first date. It has frankly been a quite while since I’ve played this game. And I was nervous. Dating is like flying. When I’m traveling often and racking up frequent flyer miles, being on an airplane doesn’t worry me at all. It’s just part of the routine, familiar and automatic. However when I … More James Bond, Cheese, and a Stolen Kiss.
Continue to be your amazing, wonderful self. Remember that you are not defined by your relationship status. (True every day of every month of every year, but worth a reminder.) Do everything like you normally would over the holidays. Protest the season or go all out… totally up to you, boss. Save money on presents. Spend it on … More Single Persons Guide to Surviving the Holidays.
I’ve been having a serious case of Boyfriend Redux for the past several years, revisiting past relationships with new people in almost creepy-deja vu ways. I think I’ve been cleaning out my relationship closet, on purpose or not. When I put them all together on paper, there is a certain pattern to it all. (I’m including Beyonce … More The Boyfriend Redux Sydrome
A couple years ago, I experienced one of the most traumatizing relationship moments in my life. I was out and about with a group of friends enjoying some adult beverages. A friend of mine admitted that while she loved her boyfriend, she wasn’t romantically attracted to him. At all. But that she wouldn’t break up with him … More What happens when you settle.
I’ve been a bridesmaid seven times. (And lost track of how many weddings I’ve attended.) Probably not that impressive of a number ever since hitting my 30’s, but it is enough times to make me feel like a smidgen of a pro with this whole wedding thing. I’ve stood up next to friends at formal … More Always a Bridesmaid, Never a Maid of Honor.
Dating makes me feel like Goldilocks, in search for that person who is just right. I was never a fan of Goldilocks… I always thought she was a fickle, annoying literary character. I fear becoming that way.
Seriously, what is the point of your life, single person?
Some compliments are a dime a dozen. Some really make me stop and consider, maybe even feel things. Others are just so randomly specific that my brain doesn’t know what to do with them. What follows is a brief exploration of my experiences with all three.