Ok, maybe not so much wooed. But they sure impressed us. And yes, yes….they proved us wrong…..SOME men haven’t lost the art of conversation. It was an awesome evening. It was so awesome that the powers-that-be are making it an annual affair. We were in great company – even Twitter friends came out *waves at Hayle … More They Came. They Spoke. They Wooed.
Every once in a while, I get into this “dating” kick where I want to actually be accompanied to dinner/movies/drinks with a man. You know, meet someone new, get to know them a little bit assuming they can actually converse and enjoy their company over a martini while butterflies build in anticipation of what’s … More Savannah Goes Speed Dating
I know about your anxieties tomorrow and being the controlling big sister that I am, I wish I could take them all away from you. You’ve got a few factors in your favour. You’re older, more mature, experienced, wiser and all that good stuff. I was just a child when I gave birth to my … More A Letter To My Expectant Sister….
Original post written by @hl_bb which I approve and co-sign. Please see below. A few weeks ago I issued a challenge: To approach a woman and just have a conversation with her. *crickets* As a woman who loves words, I really worry about some of you and your conversation skills. I also hear the stories … More Come and Talk To Me…..
I don’t often talk about music because I don’t think I’m very educated yes, there’s such a thing as Musical Education when it comes to music. I like what I like and that’s about it. And I was going to just make this a Facebook status but I decided instead to write about it. It’s been … More What You Need
I don’t have a title for this post. I have so many questions and no one willing to answer. Help? I’m sitting in my car in a plaza parking lot. I just wiped away more tears. The goons argued this morning and I smacked them. It wasn’t a hard smack, but it’s always so dramatic. … More Good Morning?
Note: The following is NOT a personal account. I just had to specify this ’cause shit like this does NOT happen to me. Whatever the female eqivalent of “blue balls” is, I had it last night. Let me give you some background: Man in question is 8 years … More I Got Shot Down.
First off, let me just express my dislike of the term “Baby Mama”. Ew. Can we just all agree to say ex-girlfriend, ex-lover or ex-wife? Thanks. Now moving on….. Because this is MY blog, I have every single damn right to self-praise so imagine my big, fat mouth yelling this at the top of my … More Am I The Only NON-Drama Baby Mama?
I approached the shore gingerly, trying ever so hard to enjoy the sand in between my toes. It wasn’t as bad as I’d previously experienced. It was warm. And extra soft, almost sensual. I opened my mind…. I remembered my mother telling me whenever we went on family vacations as a child, “The ocean is … More Shore Love.
You know that feeling when your feet hit the warm sand? And the warmth of the sun oozes into your skin? I used to have a problem with sand. When my children were younger and I ATTEMPTED to bring them to the beach, it was always one big, huge, fucking mess. One would cry because … More So I Didn’t Like The Beach.