She looked like chocolate tastes and stared like Whiskey feels. I could have stood there for hours. No conception of time, locked on her eyes, sparkling blue like jagged cut sapphires under a light. She asked, with her East European accent, “would you like to have a drink?”

The other night I had one too many.
I’m not telling you this because I’m proud of it (dude I was totttttallly wasted the other night…how freshman year would that be?) But as someone who does …

This weekend, I was out at a bar with some friends when I drunkenly stumbled into a guy who looked strangely familiar. We began chatting and despite my hangover-in-the-making, we actually had a coherent conversation. However, despite the good vibes, he unabashedly peppered the conversation with a steadfast motto: “You’re not getting my number.”

If your boy-toy is up with the current times (or has a pulse) he should have a twitter account. Follow it immediately.

Breaking up was easy to do.
I moved back to Alaska, they were in New Jersey.  The time zone alone made it nearly impossible for us to talk even once a day.  With no future geographical …

What you get when you break your own dating rules.

The saying ‘bros before hos’ has always irked me.  For me this calls to mind two douchey dudes fist pounding each other while a tramp slinks sadly away.  As my life experience ripens, however, I …

Had I known my curiosity was going to lead me down yet another road of self-doubt, I would have never opened this “Pandora’s Box” (pun definitely intended) of Goodies.