I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: summer ain’t over until the school bell rings.

Before you dive headfirst into college orientation, that sophomore year daze-fest, junior year 300-level-class hell, and senior year craziness, do yourself a favor and recharge, reenergize, and take some time for yourself.

A perfect way to spend some lovely “me” time is to venture out to the beach by your lonesome. Read More »

So, you’ve been single for a while. A long while. And it’s starting to get to you. Of course, you’re still a confident and amazing person. You’ve got friends, you’re friendly, you’re good looking, and smart to boot. You’re a cool person.

But for some reason, you just can’t nab a great guy.

It’s the weirdest thing. You go out to bars or clubs, get attention from dudes, have dated around and maybe even pulled out a condom or two, but none of these prospects turn into anything other than forgettable names or slight embarrassments.

Maybe you used to have a long term guy, or maybe you’ve never been in anything really serious, but either way, you’re now in your twenties and clinically single. It’s not the Sex in the City single, either. Those women never went through the 3, 4, 6 month dry spells some of us have been through. They spent maybe a week, two weeks tops, without a man, but the show could never go very long without Miranda or Samantha banging some dude they met at an ice cream parlor or incredibly fancy martini bar (this sort of thing doesn’t happen to the average New Yorker. At least not to me. The only people I meet in ice cream parlors are babies and their old nannies).

No matter how many girl-power chats you have with your friends, or self-date nights with a movie and Newman’s Own, you can’t seem to shake the feeling that something’s wrong with you. You have friends who are dating. You have friends who are getting married. You see ugly people together on the street all the time! What’s going on here? Read More »

After just returning home from my older brother’s wedding over the weekend, I am feeling the physical repercussions, which can only mean I had a kick-ass time: two tired feet, a bunch of sore muscles and one hell of a hangover. And get this: I didn’t even have a date.

Being that this was my first real wedding experience and I was a bridesmaid, I got to see what really goes on behind the scenes of a twenty-something wedding. I realized many things about love and relationships and the craziness that is planning for such an occasion.

Weddings are special because they allow you to bond with family, as you all witness together, the bond between husband and wife become sacred and, hopefully, one that actually sticks in the end.

But I was already aware of that mushy stuff much going into it, and, sure, I wanted to bring along my own special someone to share it with.What I didn’t know is just how much weddings make for fabulous places to party, meet members of the opposite sex and opportunities to better appreciate life as a single girl! Woohooo! Let’s make some memories, people. Read More »

“So like, you work how many hours?”

“About forty. But I get paid overtime.”

“Really? Do they do time and a half? Or do they just work it into your salary?”

I mean, that’s the most boring conversation you’ve ever read, right? I actually almost fell into a coma writing it. But yet, I heard it this afternoon as I was walking in the freezing (what the HELL, right?!) weather to my luscious hair appointment. It wasn’t the horrid content that made my ears perk, but the way it was being said and who was saying it.

Knowing the bumpy, hesitant, enthused speech pattern of a first date all too well, it seemed quite certain that the speakers had just met each other for the first time. Ever. In their lives.

It’s funny. The way we talk with new people we’re trying to impress. The questions we ask. We want to seem so interested, so cool, so inquisitive, we’ll ask anything. We’ll delve into someone’s work schedule with a fiery fervor, pretend we know all of the 784 bands they list as their favorite, and stare into their eyes happily as they detail what exactly they’re studying or what exactly they do for a job. Once I listened to a cute boy explain his financial occupation for twenty minutes without comprehending a single word. Read More »