Because I think I'm a new and improved Carrie Bradshaw, I started thinking about baseball and dating and tried to form some adorable connection. Well, guess what? I did.
Are you in a relationship? Are you having a lot of sex? Are you having what you’d call a “normal” amount of sex? Do you feel like you’re having too little sex?
We've all been there, standing in that fork in the road thinking: do I bone this guy for curly fries or do I leave this bar with my dignity?
In the past six months, I've had sex. I've been laid. I f*cked. However, it's been a long time since I've made love, and I kind of miss it.
When Stephen and I first started dating, I had a problem with his ex-girlfriend. I told everyone that I just hated how badly she hurt him, but the truth was I was jealous.
The only difference between a woman who has never had sex and a woman who has a ton of sex is her choices.
Break ups are literally the worst. I don't care if you're the dumper, the dumpee or if it was "mutual." I don't care if you weren't even technically dating. It still counts as a breakup, and it is still the worst.
I think I have a small but very real hoarding problem. Like, I'm not going to appear on an episode of Hoarders anytime soon, but I keep things way past their expiration dates.
As long as I've lived, I've been told that women have a sixth sense. It's like our boobs can always tell when it's going to rain.
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.
"I was asking for a recommendation and he asked me what I did, I thought he was a great guy I thought we had a really good rapport, and I told him, and after that my grades immediately went down."
You know there's something about the best laid plans. They tend to go awry.