As most of you know, I’m kind of a pro when it comes to dating (online, offline, coffee shop…you name it, I’ve been there and most likely done it).

Ever since I saw the Anchor’s Away episode on ‘Sex And The City,’ I’ve wanted to experience Fleet Week in New York City.

He’s pretty much adorable, really. Mysterious, intriguing, sensitive, endearing … a diamond in the rough (“the rough” being the obnoxious, masochistic guys that are just way too common in college). Shy guys are hot.

So I recently hooked up with one of my best guy friends. I was ridiculously drunk and he was well on his way.

You’re taken. You’re in love. And you want everyone to know. Don’t get caught doing the following online — for all our sakes.

I knew it was coming. On Saturday night, I chatted with my mom about the most random topics from family gossip to “Celebrity Apprentice.” Somehow, we got on the subject of relationships – mine.

You may have guessed from the title that I have a short boyfriend. He doesn’t like to be called “short,” but it can’t be denied—at 5’8”, he’s exactly the same height I am, and if I wear heels with even a little bit of height, he suddenly becomes a dwarf.

Every Most relationships start with one thing: Attraction. Attraction that often causes rose colored glasses and a delightful honeymoon phase.

Fast forward one week and I don’t hear from him at all. I text him a few times and don’t hear back. I asked him to talk and when he called me he got very defensive.

The title pretty much says it all, doesn’t it? I mean, this isn’t exactly rocket science, this is common f*cking sense.