It still totally amazes me that people read the stupid words I write down on this site. What floors me even more, though, is when people approach me to guest post because something I’ve written has inspired them to take pen to paper (or fingertips to keyboard, as the case may be). One of my recent posts, The Importance of Being Single, did just that. My good friend and former co-worker Dhara Naik, shares why being single was so important for her. Read and enjoy! Read the rest of this entry
New York is probably the best city to be single in. I remember living in Rochester for a handful of years after college and was terrified of being single there. It was a city that screamed “settle down” and while I lived there, I was on that path. I wore dress pants to work every day, had a fridge full of fresh groceries and a boyfriend to snuggle on the couch with. But after awhile, I found that settling down sort of just felt like settling, and I left. And while I definitely don’t miss dress pants and prefer the many delivery options NYC has to offer, there are some times when being single sneaks up on you, like a change-of-seasons cold that leaves you unexpectedly bedridden for days. Read the rest of this entry
They say when you live in New York City, you’re constantly in search of one of three things: the dream apartment, perfect relationship and a successful career. If you manage to nab each of these, you’ve officially made it. If you don’t – well I’m not so sure what that means exactly. Maybe that you should just throw in the towel, start taking the bus and give up ordering a skinny at Starbucks. Until that time comes though, consider this your reference guide to ensure you actually make it in this city (and coming from someone who’s snagged 2 out of 3, I figure I’m just as entitled as any to post this). Read the rest of this entry
As I turn my head and look backwards, I see the early days of my twenties when I was running around in togas and saran wrap (yeah, I had a good time in college) and the most romantic thing that happened was when a guy washed off the ping pong ball before sinking the next shot. I mean really, if that doesn’t make you swoon, I don’t know what will.
Now that I’m officially in my “mid-to-late twenties” I actually have to start dating. Awkward conversations; leaving dinners hungry because you can’t chow down on tots and cupcakes (I have a very sophisticated palette); worrying about your outfit, your hair, and if your shoes leave you a respectable number of inches shorter than your date – it’s exhausting. So between me, my friends and friends of friends; I’ve collected lots of dating stories and have realized you’re probably only going to go on 4 types of dates. So prepare yourself… here’s how I break it down: Read the rest of this entry