Tag Archives: this is why i’m single

So I met a southern guy tonight

Me: …You think you can just show up with your charming southern guy frat boy bullshit; well, you can take your Brad Paisley and go back to the fishing hole. Cute Southern Guy: Now you’re just being mean. Me: L.A.’s … Continue reading

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When I was 20

I had a huge crush on this guy, John. He wanted to go to Italy for his birthday, but, last minute, he couldn’t get the time off work. So I made him an Italy basket, filled with pasta, really good … Continue reading

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It’s weird and there should be a word for it

When you babysit for someone who has the same last name as someone who has gone from everything to ashes and you’re reminded how much you used to want that name to follow your own when now you two could … Continue reading

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At some point, I’ll write a post about my health

but in the meantime, what a perfect collection of words: “There is not TIME in your DAY to remind someone of how wonderful you are. And not in the Tyra Banks Disney Channel movie self-empowerment way, either. In the factual … Continue reading

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A re-enactment

Ext. Arco Gas Station, Culver City. Day. Our protagonist, (i.e. me), pulls up to a pump. Very shortly thereafter a young man pulls up on the opposite side. Him: Hello, how are you? Me: I’m good. How are you? Him: … Continue reading

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Sometimes It’s Not You, or the Math – Modern Love – NYTimes.com

Sometimes It’s Not You, or the Math – Modern Love – NYTimes.com. I love this article. I want to marry it.

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C’est ma vie

Night before last, I was talking to my friend Eboni: Me: Remember how glamorous you thought you’d be in your 20s? I thought I’d be so fly and instead I feel like a rusty tricycle. Her: Haha. I don’t know, I … Continue reading

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