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!).
One of my fav songs from 2003 is “Frontin’” by Pharrell. Not just because he looked totally hot in the video or because Jay-Z spit a few bars on the track…but because they break down the thought process of a guy who likes to pretend in front of his friends.
There's always that stereotype that Valentine's Day is a single person's worst nightmare. But for most singles, it's really not. It's just another day where you can shamelessly flirt with your Starbucks barista.
I feel like New Year's Eve celebrators fall into three camps: 1. The coupled-up, super excited girl. 2. The single, but desperately hoping for a midnight kiss person. 3. The single, but really just wanting to party with friends person. I'll say a quick hello to the coupled up people, but this post is not for you. It's for the single ladies.
I can talk about my dating struggles to my friends, to my classmates and to you guys. But when my family asks me about them, it’s a whole ‘nother story. I don’t want to be the black sheep, the one that ends up being on receiving end of a blind date or constantly put on non-marital watch.
This 9-year-old boy stole $4,000 from his parents and spent it all on candy.
I gave him my number after he gently begged – “Why not?” I thought.
In a relationship, there's often an open and honest communication between partners, whereas single sex can come with some mixed signals or varying expectations.
It was a moment straight out of a romcom. The guy that I had a microcrush on had finally, finally approached me and initiated contact. His name was Jacob, a handsome media major who I’d had classes with before.
Having a boyfriend brings about a sense of pride and accomplishment. It gives us all feelings of worth, self esteem and validation. Oh, and a serious case of the butterflies.
Call me crazy (or, fine, call me bitter), but I really think if her parents weren't famous artists she wouldn't be getting as much attention -- or any attention -- from the likes of Judd Apatow and co.
Bernard knows all there is to know about life and love, and he always keeps it real. But things got a little too real when he asked me -- straight up, point blank, period -- what I expect from a guy.
Hi CC readers! My name is Katie. I’m a twenty-something. I am single. I mean like, painfully single. This means no guys to kiss, to flirt with, to text, to complain to your girlfriends about, etc. Nada.
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We've all been there, wondering why we aren't in a relationship; wondering why we're the only one without the boyfriend who cares about us brings us flowers, takes care of us when we're sick; wondering why we only attract the assholes, the ones who want nothing more than a commitment-less booty call.
You realize, after 12 hours of RomCom binging, that what's missing in your life is a relationship.
Are you single? Do you think it's the worst feeling in the world? Sometimes it may feel like that. But get this -- being single isn't as terrible as you're painting it to be.
A girl that I know got an awesome, highly coveted summer position at a magazine – a magazine that I’ve always admired. Though I already have a really great internship secured, I still lamented my feelings to a friend over the phone. “What made her application stronger?” I wondered aloud. Then my friend asked me the unexpected…“Is she a really pretty girl?"
I've never been a Bieber fan (cue the angry comments), but I think he's reached a new level of awful with this song. In the intro, he makes sort of an attempt at rapping, but it's more like a male version of the Ke$ha sing-talk. And then he starts singing, and from there the song pretty much turns into a Jesse McCartney ripoff.