She Said Archives:
Back when I was single (okay, saying that just cracked me up), I used to say, “I can’t wait until I’m in a committed relationship so I can have sex anytime I want it.” My married friends would laugh and scoff at me saying, “Just you wait.” Well, they were right. We’re not having enough
It is often said that if you want to know how a man will treat a woman, you should pay attention to how he treats his mother. That may be true, and we’ve talked about guys and their moms before, but what we haven’t talked about are girls and their dads. Maybe that’s my fault,
After all these months with The New Guy, there is still one thing he hasn’t done. He hasn’t met all the men in my life. He’s met a ton of my friends, but for the most part only my girlfriends. The general consensus is that he’s really nice and cute, and… extremely quiet. I think
When I was growing up, Sunday nights were hands down the worst night of the week. For me, that day of the week meant one of two things: either I had been at my dad’s house for the weekend and then had to go home to my asshole stepfather and to school the next day,
It happened. I didn’t plan on it… I didn’t think it through… I almost didn’t remember it. But it happened, and there’s no going back. I dropped the L-bomb. I could blame massive amounts of alcohol, I could blame being half-asleep, or I could just cop to it. I said, “I love you”…. and I
Now that The New Guy and I have hit the half-year mark, I’m getting the all-important questions: “Is he the one?” “Are you totally in love?” “Are you just soooo happy?” “Do you miss being single?” Gotta admit, that last one trips me up a bit. While I am totally digging my relationship with TNG,
“The true test of this trip and this relationship will be upon returning to both your homes and your lives, alone and together.” No truer words were spoken than yours last week. And boy, was there a test immediately following our trip. A few days upon returning, I got sick – REALLY sick. As in,
We came, we saw, we vacationed. And we pretty much made it through in one piece. Rather than bore you with the details of each leg of the trip, I thought we could play a little game called, “Single or Double” as in, the difference between traveling as a single, or traveling as a couple.
Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later. Our first trip together. One full week, together. For one full week. Two plane flights, four taxis, two hotel rooms and a ship. For one full week. Together. The New Guy and me. Not that I’m nervous or anything. The last time I took a trip
Since this is shaping up to be the Year of the Decision, it’s funny how some of my previous decisions are materializing – especially my decision to jump into my relationship with The New Guy headfirst. Last weekend was Girl’s Weekend. 100% all girls, all weekend. They left their husbands, they left their kids, and
