Let’s face it though, a girl’s got other needs that must be filled. Like help lifting heavy things and running errands and stuff.
My 27th birthday is fast approaching and, unlike previous years, this impending age is making me feel as if I was just given a debilitating chokeslam.
“Eat what you’d like, but moderation is key!” Hah! There’s simply no way that’s going to happen. Starting now and all through this festive season I’ll be doing absolutely everything in excess, including – in a nod to my girl Liz Gilbert – eating, praying and loving.
I always imagined as I grew old and desperate I would become less picky when it came to qualifications for men.…
Each year when March rolls around I transform into a wicked witch. However, my cranky behavior is warranted.
Much like us today, in the earlier 2000s, we had a constant urge to share every single activity we were doing or emotions we felt with my social network.
I’ve spent much of my life chasing men who aren’t equally interested in me. Thrillingly, this habit has made me an expert at getting over Mr. Wrong.
As the summer season gets fully underway, and you strive for that warm-weather romance (or one night fling), you’ll want to carefully consider how your eager pursuing will appear to the ladies.
Your dance move of choice is not the fist pump.
I genuinely like fall, but I’m so, so, so tired of hearing about the same seasonal activities and topics.