Fabio. Fabio. Fabio. Fabio. I could say it forever on end, morning, noon and night! Every second in between too! If only I could have him, I would be happy all day every day! I…Continue Reading
Category: Dating/ Bad Dates
Okay, I know what you’re thinking~ “Oh, Holly Golightly has posted again, she must have gone out with yet another blind Norwegian circus performer!”, but no. Not today. You know I would love to…Continue Reading
Rejection. What a word. Rejection has been mentioned to me a lot lately and if there’s one thing a man fears more than being rejected, it’s being the one doing the rejecting. Telling a woman…Continue Reading
The search for the love of my life (or whatever) has been a long one. It’s been a tough row to hoe, let me tell you! Finding Prince Charming has proven to be far more…Continue Reading
For my birthday, I went out with some girls from work. A birthday only comes once a year, so I started with some strawberry daquiris. Then some wine at a neighbor’s house, then some…Continue Reading
The other day, I saw a dead squirrel in the middle of the road. It had been run over by a car or two and it was flattened and covered in fresh blood, a…Continue Reading
Last summer, during my period of *actual dating*, I hadn’t been looking for the love of my life or anything! I’d known better than to expect fireworks or shooting stars, I was simply trying…Continue Reading
Recently I wrote this: “I’m sorry if this sounds cruel, but if you were born in nineteen-fifty-ANYTHING, you are too old for me. That’s just the way it is.” I only know this because…Continue Reading
A Victorian magazine advised late nineteenth century women: “Marry for a home! Marry to escape the ridicule of being called an old maid? How dare you pervert the most sacred institution of the Almighty!?…Continue Reading
I’ve been talking to a lot of the boys lately and oh my goodness! What *babies* they have become! Sissies! Pansies! It’s bad, so bad! They’re complaining (if you can believe it) that women…Continue Reading