As I see many of my friends, acquaintances, and connections getting laid off, taking mandated furloughs, or receiving pay cuts, I just wanted to leave this here: Your employment status does not define you, and your salary does not equal your value. What does define you? A willingness to embrace change and adapt. Generosity of time, heart and spirit. Persistence and determination. A desire for personal growth and betterment. Humility. Appreciation for the gifts you do have in life. Because, this:
As isolated people look to connect in quarantine, should we take a cue from “Love is Blind”? Maybe... but that will only get us so far.
A married man tried to set up a date with me during a business trip, and I learned he was married through some simple social media investigative work. So guess what. I screenshot that and slid into his wife's DMs.
My theory: when I'm traveling — because I live elsewhere — my perceived unavailability makes me more attractive. The opposite is true at home.
"Friends first." It can work, and has worked for many couples. But it can also be a trap. (A true story.)
When I’m asked the dreaded question: “How old are you?”, these thoughts ping-pong through my brain in an exhaustive sequence...
If never marry, so be it. Don’t feel sorry for me. My life has begun, and it's full of possibilities.
Thank you, friends. Thank you for letting me bare my soul... my opinions, my desires, my failures, my vulnerabilities, my epiphanies... and accepting me.
Rejection is a fact of life, and it’s happened over and over to all of us, including me.
I'm two months from my 34th birthday and I just realized I spent pretty much the entire length of my 30s stone-cold single.
I’m dreaming about the next time I see you. Of our eyes locking, our fingers brushing, of the moment when we realize that we feel the same way about each other, and that this is something worth pursuing. Or am I crazy? Did you feel it too?
At first, he did a lot of things right. Then he did a lot of things wrong; he made the mistake that so many guys make.
Time and time again, I run into idiot adult men who don’t know how to do a first date properly. So, I’m gonna get some hell for this one, but I don’t care… these are the rules for the first date.
As I look back on the last year, I feel fortunate to have adopted these three principles, now so wholly ingrained in my thinking that they might as well be a part of me.
Scary, at first, but once the floodgates were open, the POWER this revelation brought surged through me. This was me, my truth, my humble heart: "I'm not over you."
Over the past decade, I dived into dating apps in earnest, looking for the one — only to be disappointed and bored. I quit.
I spent much of my late 20s and early 30s trying to lock down all the things I thought I was supposed to have (and society expected me to have) "by the time I was 30.”
Being confident doesn't mean going after him. It's knowing your worth, it's preserving your dignity, it's putting up with no crap.
It rings a little alarm bell in your mind. It makes you tilt your head. You can’t put a finger on it… but something’s not right. Something doesn’t make sense.
Having the courage to reveal your flaws, voice your fears, and speak your truth is actually attractive. So why aren't more people vulnerable?