Three years ago I made one of the best decisions of my life – I packed up my shit, stuck my kitty in a carrier (RIP Jax), swallowed my fears, left my insecurities at a United Airlines gate in Newark, and got on a one-way flight to Los Angeles.
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 →
Dating in the City of Angels, as it turns out, is pretty hellish. After one particularly mind-numbing bad date, I went home to recap it with a friend over several vodka sodas. "This is hilarious. You should start blogging these encounters". I never thought anyone would give a rat's ass about my dates with clowns... Continue Reading →