recently found myself at the Heartbreak Hotel. Not really sure how I ended up there again, but I'll spare you all the dumb details of what I managed to figure out. I still have a few lessons to learn, apparently.
I recently wrote a blog for the National Coalition Against Domestic Violence. I was apprehensive at first, and terrified for reasons most won't understand. But at the end of the day, this feels right, and I want to share my story in an attempt to help others realize theirs is not over.
I've been thinking about my blog. For the record, I hate the word blog, mainly because it's so LA, and everyone's a fucking blogger in this city. But it being so focused on the aspect of dating in LA has started to irk me. I used to get amusement out of my dates- I thought,... Continue Reading →
Ahhh wine country. It's a place Californians know and love. A place where one goes to take a vacation, long weekend, or day trip to just relax and drink some of the best vino this corner of the United States. To some, however, it's a reminder of the douchebaggery that coincides with living in Los... Continue Reading →
I decided to throw in the towel, wave the white flag, admit defeat. I deleted all (four) of my dating app accounts. It felt amazeballs. It lasted a sum total of 36 hours. I'm currently back on three of the original apps, and you can add a brandy new one to that list. *facepalm* Masochism... Continue Reading →