. . . and then one of you suggests you meet up. For a date. In person in real life face to face and well. This was the whole point in the first place, right? RIGHT?!!@
Day Seven Whoever this new me is got up and went to a gym class this Sunday morning. Halfway through, the banana and coffee I had slammed down earlier tried to make a second appearance, but I nervous giggled through... Continue Reading →
Normally in the States, I'm so jacked up on conversation hearts that I can be pretty numb to the pain of being single on Valentines Day. And every day. All day. Because it is. It's okay to love being single to celebrate the heck out of it, and to also acknowledge that it can be really, really hard.
Confession time: I recently set up an account on Match.com - more for an ego boost than an actual desire to start dating before I bounce to Brazil for two years. I've played around with Tinder, OkCupid, and eHarmony before (btw,... Continue Reading →