Back to Blake
Two months after I hooked up with Blake for the first time in years, I got a text from him on a Thursday morning around 9am: “How you been?” How had I been? Depressed, unmotivated, and heartbroken...but I went with, “Okay. u?”
He Hurt Me Twice
Maybe the past should stay firmly planted there. When Jake reappeared in my life last December I was happy, but cautious in the beginning…
A Week in My Life
A brief diary of a few days in my life as a 30-year-old Angeleno, inspired by The Cut’s ‘Sex Diaries’
Friend Zoning Myself
Typically when we hear “friend zone” we think of rejection. But these days I think of it as a protective barrier to avoid getting hurt. Call it a condom for feelings!
Mr. Chlamydia
He was committed to work and I was committed to romance, but it turned out his busy career schedule wasn’t our biggest hurdle — it was his STI diagnosis.
How Instagram Saved Me
An unexpected cure to the blues I was feeling was directly related to my social media use...specifically, creating seconds-long Instagram reels. I generally try to limit my time on the app, but this particular practice didn’t compromise my mind’s well-being; it actually boosted it.
Radical Forgiveness
Last weekend Khloe Kardashian affectionately wished her ‘baby daddy’ Tristan Thompson a happy birthday. This was shocking given that not very long ago Tristan cheated on Khloe. It made me think twice about how I view forgiveness.
Instagram Q&A
I’m not seeing anyone for the foreseeable future. As a result, I’ve been feeling a tad uninspired. Instead of writing an essay I decided to answer some questions submitted by Instagram followers.
The Destructive Power of Love
When Travis Barker tweeted “may we destroy each other completely” shortly after he and Kourtney Kardashian made their relationship public a couple weeks ago...I felt that.
Sitting in Singledom
I’ve been reluctantly single for years. I’ve pined for men who wouldn’t be my partner. I’ve fallen in infatuation off the strength of sex. I’ve thrown myself into the online dating pool. That all changes now.
Leave Justin Alone
Justin didn’t need to give that awkward apology to Britney Spears. Hear me out. When Britney & Justin broke up in 2002 they were barely old enough to drink. They were hardly out of their teens, and basically still kids.
Everything & Nothing
We met in 2018. Even though he was younger than me I felt like he was smarter, more mature, more clever, more everything. He seemed to have his shit together in a way that I didn’t. On top of all that he was sexy and foreign.
Silent Split
My first date with D took place the week after I got back from Miami with E. We met up at a Mexican restaurant near his place. The first thing I noticed about D was his sexy-ass voice. It was textured with rasp, relaxed, and confident.
A Present from the Past
When I flew home last month to celebrate Christmas and the new year with my family, I expected it to be a mundane trip. I hated leaving my routined life in sunny California for the cloudy, cold northeast but felt obliged to be a dutiful daughter.
On Turning 30
I was ready to write a cheeky essay making a case for why I should get to relive age 29 because of the inconvenience of covid-19. But now I realize that even though 29 looked different than planned, my experiences this year still held value in shaping me.
🚩Red Flags 🚩
The red flags flew from day one. With each blinding banner that appeared I thought up a resolution, a way I could look beyond it or work through it. In retrospect, I should’ve known better than to become emotionally invested.
The Beauty in Breakups
I’m so tired of going through the motions of breakups. It amazes me that each one stings differently. The agony is simultaneously novel and familiar. How many unique ways can I have my heart broken? I don’t actually want to know. But with the pain of any separation comes a silver lining.
The Reunion
I’d just started cooking a late dinner when I got a text from Cole around 11pm. I knew he’d flown into Los Angeles the night before and wanted to link up during his two-week visit, but I didn’t know exactly when.
Make Me Cry So I Know It’s Real
If a man can evoke tears from me, he’s onto something. It’s not always symbolic of mistreatment. Sometimes we’re just not seeing eye to eye or it feels like the odds are stacked against us.