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Me, Myself, and He Who Shall Not Be Named
Questioning the trifecta of personal issues: my non-relationship status, my identity, and am I still obsessed with the ex?
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Fuck Valentine’s Day
Fuck Valentine’s Day. Who needs it? In the days leading up to this puffy pink holiday of jaded love, I was bombarded with ads reminding me that I wasn’t complete unless I was celebrating this holiday with someone special. So I am. As I sit alone, at the bar of my favorite drafthouse movie theater, drinking a beer and waiting to see a movie, I am spending time with me.
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Why I’m Missing Out – Stuck on the Edge of the Dating Pool
Six years ago, in a state fourteen hundred miles away, I got divorced. I don’t know what I expected to feel many years later, but this isn’t it. I had no specific hopes that I would be all extra assertive and shit, comfortable flexing my singlehood and meeting men.
