Yesterday was a day just like any other..I scurried out of the office at a meant-to-make-you-feel-shameful 5:38 p.m. and rushed to Crunch gym for a 6:00 p.m. yoga class. Naturally I didn’t arrive on time, so instead opted to plug in one of those aerobic workouts on the elliptical and continue to work/ apartment hunt … More The Naked First Date
Here’s the thing with pocket squares and movie-star smiles and lofty one bedroom apartments- if they seem too good to be true they probably are. Anyone who has ever read anything by me before might remember that I’m what I like to call a “realist”. Most would maybe switch that word out for pessimist or … More The 2:30 a.m. Uber
My oftentimes doppelganger and unabashed inspiration Carrie Bradshaw said something in the Season 1 episode “Bay of Married Pigs” that resonated with me now more so than ever: “He was like the flesh and blood equivalent of a DKNY dress: you know it’s not your style but it’s right there, so you try it on … More The DKNY Dress
As I took one long, last look at the 700 square footed space I’d called home for the last two years, and descended down the long, miserable four flights of stairs I’d come accustomed to dreading each day, a feeling of complete liberation washed over me in a way that I can’t say I’ve experienced … More My First Apartment
“Don’t do it”, I whisper to myself. I’m hoping it was in my head, but after a few glasses of wine and not nearly enough food or water, my delirium supersedes my awareness, and I realize I very well could have muttered it audibly. “This is NOT what you bought in-flight wifi for”, I think … More 30,000 Feet From Over It
The first time he called me “baby” during sex I was equal parts surprised and irritated. We were hardly in the pet-name stage of our not-even-a-relationship, (I’m pretty sure I had eaten leftovers from the night we had met for lunch that day), and it seemed like it was abuse of the once-endearing term. … More The Problem With Sex Isn’t Having It
If you’ve yet to have a perfect stranger tell you how you feel, or tell you what you, yourself, has been up to, then I sympathize with you. While it’s perhaps the single most agitating thing that’s come from this blog and from my “persona” on social this past year, it’s something I think everyone should have … More Giving Up My Shtick
I love seeing my best friend from home. With a lifestyle so different from my own, whenever we get together, (especially when it’s on my turf here in NY), I make sure to really turn it on for her. I tell her my stories, which she always deems “crazy”, and fill her in on all … More The Story of When He Was Hiding Drugs in My Apartment
Yesterday at 5:04 p.m. I was in the middle of a timely reporting project for my boss. Thinking I was never going to leave the office and make it to my “Absolution” class, I wasn’t in great spirits. That said, you can imagine the groan I let out upon hearing the email noise permeate through my … More Sticks and Stones
Recently more so than ever I’ve been told by friends and family members to “be nice”. They say it in passing, like a friendly reminder, much like the way someone would call after you, “don’t forget your keys!” or “call me when you get there!”. They say it in heart-to-heart conversations, the way someone would … More “Just Be Nice One Time”: A Memoir
