The 5 Best and Worst Gifts Given to Me by Boyfriends

It’s that time of year. Time to feel the pressure to give the perfect gift to the person you love. I have dated some really thoughtful guys, all of whom have managed to at some point give me something really thoughtful. Some of those same guys have also given me a serious case of bad-present face.

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Awkwardette’s Ill-Advised Guide to Getting it On: Be Fucking Nice

I excel at heartbreak. It’s something I experience frequently, perhaps more so than the average person. It’s often times my own fault – sleeping with people I knew I shouldn’t, idealizing complete douchebags as being perfect for me, having a profile on OkCupid. This just skims the surface of the litany of mistakes I’ve made in the world of love and sex. Read More Awkwardette’s Ill-Advised Guide to Getting it On: Be Fucking Nice

Single LadyGuide: 5 Warning Signs that You’re on a Date with a Jerk

My dating life has been rather busy lately thanks to a reactivated online dating profile. Because I have taken many of these coffee dates into boyfriend territory, I’ve developed a list of red flags that let me know if I’m on a date with a jerk. Trust me when I say that 9 times out of 10, ignoring these signs leads to personal misery.

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My 5 Best and Worst Dates

What makes a good date? Surprise, good conversation, a little romance, and some degree of superior making out. A bad date? That’s usually a combination of poor decisions and even worse chemistry. That said, some of my best dates were one-off affairs while some of the worst led to long-term relationships. I’ll leave it to you to guess which ones led to love.

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I’m Dating Myself Again . . . Literally

I’m bringing back one of my favorite posts this week. Read the magic of dating yourself as a way of upping your self care and amplifying your attraction factor. Enjoy! Read More I’m Dating Myself Again . . . Literally

Social Terrors: My Worst Date Ever

“Oh, I don’t watch television,” he laughed, taking a sip of his Australian wine. He turned to the waitress, a short Mexican woman in her sixties.”What, exactly, is in this salad?” he asked her. As she listed off the ingredients he requested she repeat herself several times, sighing audibly at her thick accent. Read More Social Terrors: My Worst Date Ever