My awesome friend Caroline Hoenemeyer wrote, produced, and starred in this original web series, entitled Dating Myself. There are thirteen episodes in all (I’m in episode 2!). They’re all absolutely hilarious and also short enough to binge watch in a half hour. And, let’s be honest, we can all relate to the awkward reality that is modern dating. Check out Dating Myself below! Enjoy! And stay golden, Miss Caroline.
The greatest and most terrible part of getting awkwardly close to being in an official relationship is hearing the uncomfortable excuses that people come up with to avoid taking the plunge. Still, we all ultimately get the feeling that no matter the excuse, it all just comes down to whether or not that person likes you enough to dive into boyfriend/girlfriend land. So, to help make sense of it all,
No matter how capable and prepared you may be, transitioning into the next stage of your life can be tough. Personally, I’ve been trying to groove my way into adulthood as seamlessly as possible for some time now, but still face moments where life just seems terribly daunting. Additionally, I’ve probably faced enough anxiety in my life to fill a trilogy of sad movies (granted, I’m talking about movies that
Shout out to all my ex boyfriends for making this post possible! Kidding…kind of. I’ve seen a bad breakup or two (or five) and although I’m on good terms with most of my exes, this post is based entirely on the true story of my life. All of the below things have either happened to me, or are things that I’ve done. So, without further ado… Fourteen Things You Can’t Do
I once took a course in college taught by the strangest little man I’d ever seen. He was very smart and I respected the heck out of him, despite the fact that he always wore pants that were entirely too tight (and, ironically, had the audacity to talk to us about libido). One thing he said to us toward the end of the class has stuck with me ever since
I trust that everybody between the ages of puberty/“you’re old enough to have a smartphone” and thirty (maybe even thirty-five if you’re the Kardashian type) is familiar with the concept of ghosting. But, for those of you who don’t know, ghosting is when you straight-up disappear, seemingly without reason, from any kind of talking relationship you have going on in your “love life.” Note that I put “love life”
This past weekend, one of the man-children that I’ve dated before (and I use “dated” loosely because it was anything but a healthy relationship) messaged me a month and a half after completely fucking me over to ask for a shitty pair of socks back. (Backstory: he left the socks at my house because he’s such a man-child that he can’t remember the basics of getting dressed in the morning. Also, the