The new Match.com ad featuring a pair of sweater-wearing, musical strangers who start singing to each other in a thrift shop is too dorky-cute for me not to comment on. I'll even go as far as to say I would consider trying out the site just under the pretense that I, too, could meet a cute indie-rocker boy of my "impulsive" dreams. No, I'm
The other day, I found myself reminiscing with friends about childhood days. More specifically, about childhood cartoons that we all enjoyed and wished were still on the air. I began to see, through the conversation, how each show had helped to shape each of us. Every cartoon that we became addicted to as a kid added to our character, our
Near the end of the 2009 I was doing something I never imagined possible. I was juggling work, social events, and two guys. It never crossed my mind that someone like me, a girl who never had a date in high school and barely saw a man’s neither region in college, would ever have the chance to do. I say chance, because even at the time I was
I have a thing for beards. I think they are ridiculously sexy and mysterious. A boy can hide any imperfections behind it and it’s an instant invitation for a girl like me to touch a man’s face. I do not recommend just walking up to some bearded fellow and touching his face--when not invited, that is considered bad touch and it is a bad
