When I was little, I used to grab those big light pink seashells and press them against my right ear. I would close my eyes and hear the soft hums of the ocean. After a few moments, I would look up in the sky and wonder how on EARTH the ocean could fit into one little shell. What forces were allowing one of the biggest things on earth to speak through a pretty oceanic form of calcium??? How DID the ocean DO that??

I wish life was still that simple. Or not simple, whatever.

Now when I listen to a shell, I laugh silently inside – unable to go to the place where I was so long ago. Little, unemployed and…sheltered. After moments of pressing the shell so hard against my ear, it started to itch – I realized I was 23 years old and listening to shells in my little cousin’s bedroom during a wedding shower…

Anyway, I was extremely inspired by my shell discovery. I’ve been getting into a bad habit lately of being unable to go past what I think I’m capable of. Let me explain. When I was in college, I was the shell. Ok, when you stop laughing and snorting snot all over your keyboard, please keep reading. Read More »

Even though we don’t want to, sometimes it’s hard not to compare ourselves to other girls. Yes, we may be able to look smoking hot when we try, but then we go out and see someone skinnier than us, or prettier than us, or with a better ass. And, without trying, we immediately give up on nabbing a man because he isn’t going to want us anyway. Not with those girls around.

And that is not OK (and neither are the self-loathing results of today’s daily poll!), especially when you realize what guys really want. Newsflash: it’s not what we have always thought. Ok, so yes, guys do dream about hot girls with big boobs, but that is not what they go for in the real world. According to one guy, what they do want is you. Who knew? Read More »

I woke up. Again. I don’t think I had slept longer than an hour all night. Could it be those last two Soco-Limes I guzzled, or the fact that I was not in my own bed and subconsciously didn’t want to drool on the (hot) boy’s pillow I was currently sharing? Regardless, light was finally filling the room, which could mean only one thing: this boy was about to wake up, see me and completely regret the last two Soco-Limes he had bought each of us.

I stared around the room, half willing the boy to wake up and prove me wrong – by initiating another round of lovin’ – and half planning my silent escape while he was still passed out.

It never changes. And I don’t think it is much different for anyone. No matter how great the evening was, no matter how hot you looked in that brand new going-out shirt and no matter the fact that he came onto you, we all spend some of the after-glow fearing the worst:

He is not going to remember what happened.

He is going to roll over, see me and freak out.

He is going to vomit from the amount of alcohol it took for him to find me attractive. Read More »

When I walked into the room the first time I met my friend Becca, I saw her sitting at her desk and immediately hated her. She was just too perfect; she was tiny, wore great clothes, had perfect and shiny long brown hair and was just beautiful. She even had perfect freaking handwriting.

I walked past her, gave her a once over and vowed to make her my enemy. As I sat down behind her, Becca turned around and began talking to me. And she was just so nice; bubbly, friendly, funny. As much as I wanted to hate this girl, she was making it damn near impossible. Like a Lifetime after-school special, we became fast friends and have remained that way ever since. (Side note: It is still hard to hit the bars with this one because men fall instantly in love with her…while I chug beers in the corner.)

Anyhoo, yesterday I was chatting with Becca about our current man problems. Becca, it seems, is dating the perfect man who does and says the perfect things and pretty much adores her (as he obviously should…the girl is the complete package!). Yet, even with all of that, Becca finds herself doubting the entire thing and expecting the worst. She is constantly questioning if he likes her, if he wants to be with her and if she is getting too attached. Read More »