dare me to drink red, red wine next time?

I showed up fashionably late to Fastlife’s White Party on Friday night. My designated wingwoman bailed on me, but I soldiered on. I was going there to mingle, after all, so while I didn’t have a partner in crime to help extricate me from any dead-end conversations, it was just going to force me to be more sociable.
Besides, [...]

breaking out of the dating dry spell

My first boyfriend in high school once wrote me a tragically melodramatic poem. It was a birthday present, along with a deeply hideous picture frame his mother helped him pick out. I still have them kicking around in a box somewhere. At the time, I was appalled by his use of clichéd pathetic fallacy and [...]