The One Who Got Away

He was one of the worst boyfriends I ever had, but I guess I can’t really blame him as he was just one of many bad choices I made at the time. I had just moved from New York City to Folly Beach, South Carolina, longing to be a beach bum to thaw out from... Continue Reading →


Drunk Date, Part 2

The continuation of a past cringe-worthy date. Here’s where we left off: I agreed to a second date, mainly out of guilt and hoping I could make up for the fact that I was a complete drunk. I had a chance to prove I wasn’t a total train-wreck. At the very least, I owed it... Continue Reading →

Drunk Date, Part 1

I’m not proud of this one. I no longer drink alcohol (a story I’ll get into another time) but here is a date that still makes me cringe: My friend was hosting a party on the rooftop of the Canary Hotel, and I arrived just as the sun began into set. It was one of... Continue Reading →

Dirty Date

My friend and I took a moment to survey the scene. The dance floor was packed with women dressed in ruffled skirts and lace and men in festive ranchero attire. It was Celebración de Los Dignatarios at the Santa Barbara Zoo and the crowd was beginning to get a little tipsy – you could tell... Continue Reading →

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