How Relationships Begin: The Awkward Years

Growing up, I was a nerd. I bit my nails, was insanely tall for my age - taller than the boys, kept my hair wild and curly – hardly ever CUTELY tamed with fly-aways and the standard ponytail. I wore those nasty, itchy sweaters that only made me colder in the winter time and sweatsuit …

My Mother, My Mentor

I absolutely adore my mother. Growing up, minus a heavy spat or two here and there, she was my best friend. I could tell her anything, and I did. From issues dealing with my other friends, when I lost my virginity, to what to do about a guy who was lame in the bed, I …

“GIVE ME YOUR NUMBER”

As I walked home with one of my best friends late one night this past week, it was after midnight when we stepped off of the train.  Even though she was here for Spring Break, the March weather was fierce and the wind was attacking us.  We couldn't wait to get home after having dinner. …

My Life Has Come to This

It's come to this.  I am officially an online dater.  Not necessarily by choice, not out of desperation, but just out of pure curiosity to see if there are any normal men left in the world.  By normal, I mean those who are not conceited, crazy, egotistical, dirty and messy, can form a complete 8th-grade …