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Okay, so you saw this coming from a mile away. There will not be a 4th date with the Nice Guy. I will give myself a pat on the back for this one, however. I did not take the chicken shit approach that had been done to me in the past. I did not text,
I had Date #3 with the Nice Guy this week. My brain tells me I should like him. I should really, really like him. I do… But I don’t. And it’s pissing me off. So how do women do it? How do they settle for the nice guy? Date #3 was at my house. I’m still not
So now that my surgery is over and I’m unfortunately out of my fantastic painkiller haze, I find myself licking my wounds. Not my surgical wounds – my dating wounds. It’s April. I am officially ¼ of the way through my “If you build it, He will come” year. But I just realized something. I
I’m having surgery today. Medically, I’m not usually that big of a scaredy-cat, but for some reason, this time I’m totally freaked out. I know, I know, everything will be fine, I’m a healthy person and this is just a bump in the road. So I should just sit back, relax and enjoy the anesthesia.
I think it’s safe to say, I’ve definitely lived life with a plan. When I was a little girl, I knew aside from the 50 things I thought I wanted to be (like a doctor, lawyer or gymnast), what I really wanted to be was a writer or an artist. So I did both. The
It should come as no surprise that one of my favorite movies of all time is When Harry Met Sally. Among the many famous quotes, for me the most memorable is, “Men and women can’t be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.” Aside from us being the exception to the rule,
It’s official. I’m exactly one year away from forty. It’s weird. I’m actually not sure how I feel about it. I feel as if I’m in my early thirties. I look as if I’m in my early thirties (I think). My career is having an exciting upswing, and I’m certainly putting myself out there dating-wise;
We haven’t really discussed this before, but it may come as no surprise that I come from a long line of cheaters. In fact, aside from a very select few, every member of my family has been unfaithful to their spouses. Could the fact that I was born into a marriage which was over even before
As I embark on the third month of my “If you build it, He will come” year, I have to take a moment to reflect on last month’s progress. Gotta say, compared to January, February was more than a little painful. In fact, I think I have a few battle wounds. It started out fine;
Still licking my wounds from the recent [Salt & Pepper] break-up by text, last night I decided to give myself a big dose of ego medicine – in the form of my friends. So I had a few of them over for dinner. A few meaning two – one of my best guy friends, and
