Somewhere between turning 21 and recently turning 23, I turned 50.
One of my favorite movies of all time, Grease, has a plot that centers around Sandy changing for the bad boy. This is a straight up terrible message to young girls. Changing yourself to be with a guy is NEVER the answer.
As you may or may not already know, today is my 23rd birthday! Happy Birthday to me!
You know there's something about the best laid plans. They tend to go awry.
I have one month left of the hardest semester of my life. Then I have two summer classes and the...
It's really hard to write a dating blog when no one really wants to date you.
What is Steak and Blowjob Day? Well, it's a day that's celebrated every year on March 14 - exactly one month after Valentine's Day - as a celebration of men and the things they love (like steak and blow-jobs).
You know what I'm talking about - where you see a couple so obviously mismatched that you're left wondering how they even got together in the first place.
Being "nice" is great, but you shouldn't get some freaking award for something that 90 percent of the population already does. You need to stand out.
Since the days of When Harry Met Sally, men and women have been asking, "Can men and women really be just friends?" Well, yes. But in recent years there's a new development. The "Friends With Benefits" relationship.
Society makes a huge deal about women being chaste and pure. Except that if a girl is seemingly too innocent, she's written off as well. I don't know about you guys, but I think that's kind of bullshit.
Basically, since puberty my weight has fluctuated between 3-8 pounds in a single day. My metabolism is completely shot from years of skipping college meals because I was in a hurry or eating at 3am.
In early relationships, before I was the Bold Girl I am today, I would hide my feelings, no matter the cost. I would let things build and build until I was banging my arms against the dashboard of my car screaming, "I'M FINE, GOD! WHY DON'T YOU BELIEVE ME."
In one of my most recent romantic situations, I was constantly convinced it would turn out like a romantic movie. Like, "Oh you don't like me now. That's cool. We're meant to be." I actually had full-blown day dreams where we would both end up in New York at some hip bar.
I may have mentioned this in multiple previous posts, but I live in Nebraska where it gets darn cold. Polar Vortex has nothing on me. This can pose a problem, however, for those of us who actually want to spend the winter looking like the well put together individuals we are.