Blogs from the City
He loved her most when she loved him least… Da Games
To all you hopeless romantics out there,
Yes, this blog title is pretty cynical and yes it is written on a canvas in my living room. Most importantly, it is completely fucking true (and apparently….I am now swearing).
Don't settle. Don't rush. Know your value.
The morning after the papers were signed was a rough one. Laying in my parent's guest bed, I peeled open my eyes that were practically glued shut from dehydration. Through the haze of too much red wine and too many tears I realized that I had to face my new life as a divorcé.
Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened. – Dr. Seuss
It started out as a crush – and admittedly, I knew he was married. Although, I only knew him for a matter of days, there was something about him that intrigued me. I can’t eloquently express exactly what I was feeling, but quite simply – I knew I liked him. He had a gentle touch when he hugged me, he had an endearing smile when he looked at me and we both felt the connection. There were no awkward silences – I let my guard down pretty quickly and needless to say, he did the same.
Why not to add your new man to Facebook (Mark Zuckerberg is gonna hate me)
I know this entry is going to throw off a lot of stalkers, but please be advised that if you don’t follow my advice, I am not responsible for anything that happens there after. Also, I should mention that this rule only applies to those who are dating someone that they did NOT know on a friendship level previously.
Man-Up Ladies: Why it’s Good to be the aggressor
It all began 10 days ago…