I’m not saying you should change your inherent personality or anything like that, just maybe wash your vagina every once in awhile.
As I sat across from him with my chin in my palm, trying to think of topics of conversation that he might actually be able to partake in, I mentally shook my fist at all the smart men who aren’t interested in dating smart women.
This is the incredible grossness of being: the simple fact that by virtue of being a human, you are gross.
Do you remember when you were a teenager, and you liked someone, the lengths which you went to in order to let them know?
Possessing a vagina, aside from the beautiful things that come with it like wide hips and the ability to multi-task, is an incredible financial burden for the average woman.
I’m yet to meet a New Yorker that can unequivocally say “Yes, I definitely would like to spend the rest of my life living in New York City.”
Do you enjoy a challenge? Are you too happy? Do you require more dissatisfaction in your life? Would you like a Rear Window style life makeover? Are you embarrassed of your self-confidence in social situations?
I always dreamed that I would fall in love at the laundromat.
I’ve had first dates where: I’ve ranted about Katy Perry until the dude put me in a cab, alone; I’ve put too much meat in my mouth and had to spit it into a napkin at the dinner table; and one where the guy was racist against “Asians”.
joined Tinder after a friend who thinks my love life is sad and pathetic urged me to get involved, or back in the game…