I pride myself on being a truthful person…always have been. As a kid, when my parents asked me to confess about something that I did...
I'm 17 and I have never kissed or dated a guy. I'm kind of awkward with boys and I'm afraid that if I date one he'll make fun of me for not being experienced enough, so whenever a guy is a little bit interested in me I turn him down.
'Tis the season for food, friends and family...but old boos always find a way to mess up that holiday cheer. One of my friends, Ashley, hit me up with a holiday dilemma.
He was the world’s worst communicator. But whenever I posted something on Instagram, he’d always hit me up. Always. I could be waiting for an answer for days at a time but if I posted a selfie or something, he’d come sliding back into my inbox.
I had a Vera Wang tab open in Safari as soon as we said goodbye. I couldn’t wait ‘til you hit me up because I just KNEW that your text was on fire. And our initial textual exchanges were just like when we met…the conversation was flowing and the emojis were going. It was perfect. But you changed. You’re different. And I just don’t like it.
It's the age old question for all single ladies: how do I get a boyfriend?
I’ve grown so accustomed to blending in, doing my own thing and avoiding unwanted attention that it’s hard for me to notice if someone’s noticing me.
I was fed up with being alone and just wanted a part of the whole I couldn't have -- meaning hooking up with someone was better then not having anyone at all.
Halloween’s over, but I have a scary story to share with you all. Gather ‘round, single girls, as I tell the tale of Peter, the Reappearing Ghost of Potential Boos Past.
Even if you have the necessary confidence and cajones, what the heck do you even say when you're standing in front of Mr. Perfect (or Mr. Perfect Tonight)?
“Why does he act like he wants to be with me when he says that he doesn’t?!” I asked Tranessa.
When you're single, you're usually really single. It may seem like there's no end in sight, and your life is destined to become an endless cycle of Netflix, ice cream and girls nights. #KillMe
You're not a lesser person just because you're not in a relationship.
When it seems that all your friends are getting into and getting out of relationships, you may feel an little added pressure to join the trend.
I love having a boyfriend. I love the stability. I love the comfort. I love the support and the casual movie nights and the snuggles and all of that great stuff. But, on occasion, I do daydream about what it would be like to be single.
As humans, we're wired to connected and feel and relate to one another. We're people that need people. So what happens when you're just not feeling the love of others?
Summer is supposed to be the best time of the year, the sun is always out, the air is sweet and you practically get to go outside naked. But, if you're single this summer, there are ways to combat that summertime sadness.
Welcome to the Good Life, friends.
I’ve always been warned to stay away from different kinds of guys – the ones that lie, the ones that steal, the ones that cheat, the ones that can’t commit. Guys from the “wrong” side of town…thugs. Guys that are from the “right” side of town…snobs. Football players. Frat boys. Writers. Readers. Artists. Fashionistos. And now? Politicians.
I would’ve slapped my hair in a bun, pulled on snow boots and rolled out…but I heard my mom’s voice in the back of my head before I could walk out of the door. You’re wearing THAT? How will you meet a man dressed that way?! I sighed, took my hair down, put on some respectable shoes and went on about my day.
I ended up texting him the last week of December with a simple but to-the-point message that said “you should probablyyy ask me to hang out soon.” I thought that I was thinking like a man. But I was actually thinking like an idiot. Carlos promised that he’d hit me up within the next few days – and I haven’t heard from him since.
Around this time of year, I think that single girls band together and unite in our single girly-ness. Not going to front – I did a little bit of hating and shading yesterday. But there was also comfort in the fact that I wasn’t alone in being alone.
Legend has it that Valentine's Day became a thing because back in the day, in Rome, Claudius - the homeboy that ran the country - put a ban on all engagements and marriages because it was a time of war and he needed men to fight in his army. Well, St. Valentine wasn't having any of that...
It's hard to appreciate your independence when all your friends are being showered with gifts and baking exorbitant amounts of fancy cookies and cakes. I'd want in on that action. Where's my present? I love cookies too!
I like candy and I like writing cheesy valentines. I won't be decked out in pink or ask for heart nail art on my mani, but you won't find me crying in a bucket of ice cream to The Notebook either (but if you do any of those things that's totally fine!).