tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103106002011-10-06T07:01:44.776-04:00A thirtysomething's perspective on life, love, and everything in between.KLPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17389246557768795342noreply@blogger.comBlogger881100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10310600.post-33921740001035475032011-01-08T12:35:00.000-05:002011-01-08T12:35:24.487-05:00

1/2/11 In turning 30, I decided a new decade deserved a new leaf. My love life in the year prior left much to be desired so I decided to branch out and do something different. Since insanity is defined as doing the same thing over and over and expecting the same outcome, I decided to venture down a different path and abandon my sometimes closed off, sometimes aloof, and sometimes picky ways.

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3/23/10 We met through friends of friends at the beach one weekend and instantly hit it off. We had so much in common and found ourselves chatting frequently during our weekend stay. At the end of the weekend, we realized we wouldn't see each other at the beach again for three weekends, so we made plans to catch a movie the following weekend back in the city. Our Sunday matinee movie was

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3/9/10 After my not-so-successful experience on a few free online dating sites, I realized you must get what you pay for. And since the 'New Year, New Me Krista' had already dropped serious dollars on a winter getaway, what was another few dollars on this adventure? I’d gotten over my initial experience and figured it wouldn’t hurt to give it another whirl! Not that I was going to abandon my

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2/23/10 As I took a break from work, I picked up my Blackberry and noticed the icon indicating I had a new Facebook notification. I scrolled to the "f" and clicked. What I saw sent shockwaves through my body. "What the..." I muttered under my breath. My eyes popped out of my head but not before squinting and revising the text to be sure I was really reading what I was reading. "You've got to

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2/9/10 My friend Monica recently hit it off with a guy at a party. They snuck off to a corner, chatting for hours about the things men and women chat about when they are first connecting. (She must have been pretty engrossed as she missed my calls and texts!) We finally caught up a few days later for the debriefing. Inquiring minds, especially those of a fellow single girlfriend, wanted to know

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1/26/10 Dear Thirties, It was so nice to finally meet you! You were so gracious and welcoming. I loved every minute celebrating the commencement of our relationship. Now that the celebrations have died down and we are settling in together, I just wanted to let you know how I feel about you and what I am looking forward to in our journey together. In the 2 weeks I've known you, you’ve

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1/12/10 Dear Twenties, It seems like only yesterday I was introduced to you. We started our relationship together with a party so legendary that people still talk about it today. And that night, as I slept off that Three Wise Men shot, I dreamt of our next ten years together, of the life depicted in movies and reinforced in real life. The life in which a few tumultuous single years are

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12/29/09 As I look back on the challenges of 2009, certain women have inspired me by living up to the words of Frederick Douglass: “Without struggle, there is no progress.” While I don’t know most of them personally, how they have handled themselves in the public eye has been of great influence. Here is my top 10 list of the “So Worthy” Women of 2009. Whether it was the struggles they endured

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12/22/09 "I would definitely add you to my back up list." I'm not sure if my expression revealed shock, surprise, or suspiciousness when my loose-lipped acquaintance uttered this statement. If I had the ability to raise an eyebrow, I would have raised it at him! Instead, I questioned exactly where I would rank on this hypothetical list, if I, hypothetically, chose to accept a spot on the

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12/8/09 Growing up, I was a goody two shoes. The obedient child teacher’s wish they had a class full of. The kid that always followed the rules. Sure, I bent a few rules, but never had I flat out broken one. Never had I taken a rule and snapped it like a twig and said "to hell with you!" Perhaps it was my strict and traditional upbringing or maybe it is just my nature. I mean, I do spend my

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11/24/09 Before I knew it, we were the last two standing at the bar. Fueled by more than a few shots of vodka, one minute Brad and I were struggling to talk over the blaring music and the next minute we were lip locked. That was a typical evening for 25-year-old me. The good life of living with reckless abandon. I recalled this fond memory of my yesteryears soon after things with Lorenzo

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11/10/09 I heard the beep from my Blackberry while chopping tomatoes for my salad. The sudden noise snapped me out my daze and I immediately pushed the track ball twice to reveal the contents of my mailbox. It was his reply text. Lorenzo's reply text! And in it he had asked me out. I replied with an earnest yes. Two more text messages later and we had finalized the details for our next

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10/27/09 The leaves have changed from green to gold and I've traded my strapless dresses and flip flops for sweater dresses and boots. Fall is officially here, and the change of season reminds me of how life also changes. My season of change didn't coincide with my wardrobe changes, however. Weeks after my shoulders had last seen the light of day (or the dark of night for that matter), they

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10/13/09 Kyle. I saw him across the room at a wedding and appreciated that he was still strikingly good looking. His time on the West Coast had clearly treated him well. Kyle. The nice guy. The good guy. But unlike the other guys I’d met lately, Kyle was captivating. The butterflies I had missed for many months immediately returned. It took a while before I walked (okay, strutted) over

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9/29/09 With a click, I logged into my account. Three new messages. I was optimistic that the changes I made to the "what I'm looking for" section of my profile led qualified candidates to apply for the Be My Man position! The first message was so horrendous that it was, in the words of Sujeiry, "HIGHlarious." The youngin' from across the globe was looking for a relationship "with love lasting

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9/15/09 I clicked on the message and read: “hey cutie how you doing? stopped by to amire that amazing smile. how was your day tell me all about.” Was that last part even a sentence? I shook my head and hoped the next message from a potential suitor would be much more promising. I was optimistic. All those happy, smiling couples walking the beach or sharing a romantic dinner started out in this

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9/1/09 Swagger? Check. Groove? Check. Now what? Online dating?! After getting my groove back with Green Shirt Guy, I reminded myself of the girl of my yesteryears. Like many other young twentysomethings, I frequently met and smooched my fair share of sometimes inappropriate guys without a care in my coming-home-at-the-break-of-dawn-vodka-fueled-bar-hopping world. Eventually I broke the

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8/11/09 I strutted back into the bar toward Green Shirt Guy. I was confident that I was going to get into a bit of a trouble. But then again, that’s what I was looking for! Now that I had my swagger back, enhanced by the fabulous goods worn underneath my little black sundress, I was on a mission to get my groove back. Swagger is solely about you - how you feel, what you do to make yourself

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8/4/09 'Do you want to go out with him? Check yes or no.' "Hmmm,” I thought. I pondered this question as I stared at the white lined paper with its ruffled edge clearly ripped from the pages of someone's spiral notebook. I picked up my purple pen and wrote in my response. Maybe. Since 13, I have been walking the line. One foot on each side of the fence. Hedging my bets. I think it is my

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7/21/09 “Circumcision…it’s just like opening a bottle of wine. You have to unwrap the foil to get to the cork.” What the…I overheard this conversation on a lively ride on the train out to the beach a few weekends ago. My fingers couldn’t text the transcript of the conversation fast enough to my girlfriends who promptly texted back ‘LOL.’ This, my friends, is a case of what happens when guys

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7/7/09 Since sexy never left me, I never had to bring it back. My swagger, however, has been misplaced from time to time. Whether it was spurred by a bad hair day, a bad work day, or a bad boy day, there have been times where I’ve had to reckon with how to get my swagger back. Over the years, I’ve tried a number of things until I found my ultimate antidote. In high school, with no money of

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6/23/09As we used a key to pry the camera battery from the confines of the charger, I started thinking about those situations in life that were like this battery, almost right, but not quite. In this case, all the evidence pointed toward Alisha’s dead battery trying to revive itself in my conveniently available charger. I mean, both of our cameras were Canons and the batteries were the same

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6/9/09“So why didn’t you go out for the bouquet toss?”“What about that groomsman? He seems nice.”“I can’t believe you’re not married yet!” “Shouldn’t you be getting a ring soon?”“Where’s your special someone?”“Don’t worry. You won’t be single forever.” “Maybe you should just propose to him.” If you’re a single woman of a certain age, then you’ve probably put on your share of 27 Dresses, and

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5/24/09“I have no regrets now that the relationship has dissipated. I said all that was in my heart, those burdens lifted. And I wouldn’t take a moment of it back. Because among the bad, there was good… I know what I am [and am not] looking for[in a relationship].Yes, we should have made it, but I can no longer entertain the idea of what would have happened then. Just like I cannot dwell on how

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5/12/09Our eyes met and locked in a gaze that lingered longer than expected. Strangers passing in a crowded room don’t usually do that. I was intrigued. My heart skipped a beat as Terrence decided against following his friends into the sea of bodies in motion and instead offered his hand and hello to me before I departed. In spite of this initial spark, within a few weeks, our flame fizzled.

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4/14/09It starts in 6th grade health class. The warnings. The hazards. The perils. The risks associated with our dear friend - alcohol. Teachers, parents, and even the labels themselves advise us about the detrimental effects of alcohol on our bodies and minds. That shot of tequila, they caution, will not only burn your esophagus (as it travels out of your 1 Tequila, 2 Tequila, 3 Tequila,

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3/31/09“We’re not conceited. We’re just aware.” This declaration was made several times throughout my college years by me and one of my nearest and dearest, Sydney. Clearly our parents did a fine job raising self-confident young women who were well aware of their fabulosity. And if anyone dare categorize it as conceit, we were quick to clarify that it was merely awareness. It was this

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1/14/09I was 17 and it was Valentine’s Day. I woke up, made myself an omelet, and watched Singled Out on MTV. I spent the day enjoying quality time with me, myself, and I. This behavior was significant because it was in stark contrast to the year before where I donned all black, swore off the entire male species, and shed a few tears at my so-called, wait, no-called love life. When I poured

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It's been so long! But I plan on posting to this blog again. I will be posting the articles I wrote for my So Worthy column that was featured on Lovemionline.com. Then, I will be adding new content. It won't be to the frequency that it used to be until I survive grad school, but then, I plan on recommitting to this because it is my first writing love! While I mostly do this to clear my own

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Please find my latest postings in my column, So Worthy, at Lovemionline.com.

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Once again, it is that time of year where I reflect on all of the many things for which I am thankful. My blessings are abundant and I simply cannot complain. Naturally, I am thankful for life itself. With its ups and downs, joys and disappointments, and everything in between, to experience each of those elements, to feel each of those emotions, that is to live. And while I am always and

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From our earliest experiences with basic math, we learn that one is a whole, zero represents nothing, and fractions represent this world in between. And because of these facts, a whole is greater than a half and a half is greater than nothing. But relationships are different. They are complicated and have their own set of constantly evolving rules which make those basic math rules null and

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Sometimes the people in the world I am closest to get frustrated with me (but because they love me, they stick around!). As much as I chat about the frivolous and write about the serious, when it comes to voicing my true feelings and emotions (usually regarding my relationships or the lack there of), I’m virtually mute. Drawing the words out of me is as insurmountable a task as penetrating Fort

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I don’t know if it was while listening to my iPod or the radio or watching a couple dance their first dance at their wedding reception. Or maybe it was just a random thought in the midst of many thoughts throughout my day. Whatever the reason, I started thinking about songs. Why is it that there are so many songs about love, but no songs about like? Love and like. In my years, I can honestly

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What comes first – a change in circumstance or a change in attitude? Or does neither determine your fate? Is it that your career, locale, or home ownership status turn you into a “real grown up” and thus alter your mentality (and demeanor)? Does this, in turn, cause you to emit a certain vibe or make you more receptive and open to someone on a similar page? Does it automatically push you down

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Before Mr. Big or McDreamy or McSteamy, there was the Wrestler. The Frat Boy. The Bartender.Did you ever notice how often we give the guys in our lives these sometimes ridiculous nicknames? From past boyfriends to love interests to lust interests, at some point we have all abandoned using his given name for one that simply identifies him by his job, location, lifestyle, age, or addiction.The

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Another year of my life has passed more quickly than I could have imagined and I am approaching yet another birthday. As I take advantage of this opportunity to reflect on the past year, this time, I can honestly say that I am not only older, but wiser as well. I have learned so much about myself and am eager to take that knowledge into whatever this year has in store. While the first half of

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Thanksgiving launches the holiday season thus reminding us of values we hold so dear. For me, it is the time of year where I think about how thankful and grateful I am for all of the blessings in my life and the journey that brought me to them. It is also the time of year where I pay tribute to those people in my life that have been by my side on the good days and bad days, through the

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The telephone. Since my adolescent years, it has been both friend and foe, most particularly when it comes to that dreaded task of calling a boy. I have always hated calling boys. And even as the boys have grown into men (well, age wise at least!), part of me is still that young girl that hates calling boys. Despite the fact that the twelve year old me, and even the twenty year old me, hated

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The following flashback is composed of excerpts of my thoughts jotted down on scraps of paper, napkins, and whatever other surface I could find to write on as I ventured through a particularly difficult time in my life. A time rarely spoken of, and not explicitly written about, until now. A time from which I grew tremendously into the strong, courageous woman that I am. As you know, I strive

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This flashback is circa 1998, right before I left for college, and was written for my wonderful friends who are still such a large part of my life today. It seems like only yesterdayThat we would go and play.Young. Innocent. Naive.And now it is the time to leave.Time to say farewell, goodbye.One last laugh and one last cry.We've grown so close, we've shared so much.I know we'll always keep in

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I wrote this in my journal when I was eighteen years old and ending my high school days and preparing for college. I love that my predictions of a bright future have come true and that I experienced so many more great times with those people even until this day. And even though it is nearly ten years later, I'm glad to know I was right about something! So to you who have known me the longest and

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This is based on a culmination of many experiences over many years with many (not too many!) individuals. In a sea of familiar faces in the room, my eyes pass over the unfamiliar. Gazes lock and linger for that extra second and sparks fly across the room. When our paths finally cross, it’s as if there is no one else in the room. I sit close, but I want to sit closer as if to absorb all that

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I have never been one to hold grudges. Even when they were warranted, I could just never bring myself to do so. I found that while it is not always easy to forgive, it is far better for my soul to forgive or just let go. Why let hate or anger grow where love and happiness should reside? I have forgiven for the minor infractions of forgotten phone calls and misunderstandings. I have

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I knew. Every situation with every guy that didn’t work out, I always knew. Maybe not right away, but at some point, I got that feeling, and subsequently ignored it. I knew it wasn’t the right fit. Or the right person. Or the right time. Or I knew it was just flat out wrong. I knew. But more importantly, God knew. And in His infinite wisdom, He allowed the road blocks that prevented each

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The life of a twentysomething girl can sometimes be compared to an episode of Sex and the City (although in some cases “Fooling Around in the City” might be a more appropriate description). And like the legendary show, life is more than encounters and escapades. It’s about experiences, friendships, relationships, and breakthroughs. Just like Carrie Bradshaw, I had a breakthrough of my own.

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Guys, you know I love you, but I have a bone to pick. So, why is it that guys all of a sudden feel they have this monopoly over the whole “fear of rejection” rationale? You won’t approach, talk to, attempt to talk to, or call us. You think we don’t fear rejection as well? While we generally are not the ones to make the first approach, and thus do not have to confront that initial

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Ladies, it is a new year. And that means new beginnings. It is the perfect opportunity to reset and set free any extra baggage. To be brave enough to let go of the past, the old habits, and anything else clouding our lives and keeping us from living freely and without question. We are strong, independent, confident women in control of every facet of our lives. Perhaps we need to start by

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I’ve heard that in life, you need to go out on a limb because that is where the fruit is. But going out on a limb can be quite scary – especially if you are afraid of heights, or of falling. Because being out on the limb leaves you vulnerable and in life, there are no safety nets. And falling hurts. But still, I face my fears, and higher I climb and the farther out on the limb I venture to

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I’m tired of having a contingency plan. A worse case scenario plan of attack for how I’ll negotiate my feelings and heal my broken spirit when the best laid plans of a given situation goes awry. It is exhausting to prepare for the downward spiral, but with the lack of honesty and abundance of inaction, it is a necessary evil to soften the blow of a bruised ego. Because even more exhausting and

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Summer is long gone, but here is the last installment of “Boys of Summer” to bring a little heat. :) While there were quite a few other runners up for the title “Boy of Summer,” I will conclude with this one. Not everyone can be a star. Enjoy!August in the city is hot. However, it is the perfect excuse to wear a dress. So I threw on my new favorite island-y blue dress and was on my way to

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Once again, it is that time of the year where we all take time out of our busy and hectic lives to reflect and give thanks. Thanks that we made it through another year despite the challenges, obstacles, and hurdles it brought us. Thanks that we have been blessed with another year, another chance, to try and get it right and remedy the errors of our ways. Thanks that we are so fortunate to have

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Boy # 2 - The Doctor After a fender bender, work stress, and a recently fizzled fling, meeting “The Doctor” couldn’t have happened at a better time. The bends, curves, and bumps in the road had been brutal and I was in desperate need of some stress free fun! So by a stroke of good fortune, I found out that I had won a happy hour party! Perfect! After a harsh, snowy winter and a rainy

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Allow me creative liberty as I extend and stretch this analogy way beyond its intended means. So I, like many others, love the Pussycat Dolls. Any ladies that aren’t scared to boldly proclaim their hotness, among other assets, are my kind of people! So of course their popular hit “Buttons” is one of my favorite. However, I have yet to hear or experience first hand any guy saying “what

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As summer wanes toward its end, I decided to reflect and recount one of my favorite summer phenomenons - the summer boy. These stories, in installments, are of those initial encounters on those steamy summer nights. I hope you enjoy! And of course. Names have been changed. :)If love is in bloom in the springtime, than lust is in bloom for summer! Summer, especially in NYC, fuels the fires

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I know you are much smarter than this and would not want to insult your intelligence, my friend. However, there are some of your counterparts that missed the memo. Perhaps you can pass it on. God is not a gateway. Using a woman’s religion is never okay. God is not a gateway into her pants. Not only is this sacrilegious and disrespectful, it is just plain ridiculous. You cannot

KLPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17389246557768795342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10310600.post-1155266620301799532006-08-10T23:21:00.000-04:002006-08-10T23:23:40.310-04:00

The following piece is inspired by the many encounters and escapades that occur in the lives of single girls, but is dedicated to my single guy friends. It began as an email to some of these friends after one experience and evolved into the letter below. The perspective is advice from girl friend (not to be confused with girlfriend) to guy friend blending a variety of first hand experiences of

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“Hope is a good thing - maybe the best thing. And no good thing ever dies.” How remarkable that these wise words were not imparted from the mouth of a great romantic novelist, but from the horror authority, Stephen King. Despite the nature of their source, these words are relevant in the romantic facet of life. In the life of a single woman in search of love, there are a lot of necessities.

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Turning 25 is a monumental and defining point in the life of the twenty-something woman. It’s as if the number alone represents the dichotomy of what you are still young enough to get away with and what needs to be left behind in your yesteryears. It’s as if you teeter the line of erring on the side of conformity and diverging down your own path regardless. In my experience, this birthday

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We are all at varying stages on the relationship continuum between super single and very much married with most of us charting a course through the expansive and sometimes treacherous middle. And believe me, there can be some rough seas to navigate with each one being slightly different than the other. You are in the middle and so is he, but don’t be fooled into thinking that just because you are

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While being strong is often viewed as a great gift, it can also be a source of downfall. I have spent my life having to be the strong one, or at least thinking that I had to be. From childhood, when I believed I had to be the strong one and hold the family together, until now, where I am not only the strong one for others, but for myself as well.The thing is – when you are strong – people

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In the midst of all these Hollywood make ups and break ups, I sometimes wonder, is it all worth it? Then, I look to my sources of true inspiration, those a part of my network of friends and family, and remember why it truly is. Away from the glitz and glamour, relationships are allowed to grow, develop, and flourish, without the piercing and prying lens of the microscope.Being a single woman in

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Valentine’s Day has again come and gone as it has many times in the past. It’s amazing how with age and growth and time something that was once the bane of your existence becomes well, not such an earth shattering event. Growing up, I, like many others, was the girl who dreaded Valentine’s Day because I never seemed to have a valentine. I failed to realize that just because you don’t have a

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It’s okay. It’s okay to be young, single, having fun, and loving every minute of your independence. It’s okay to be young, single, having fun, and having moments of doubt and confusion. You are human. Don’t dwell. It’s okay to want strings attached. Even if you only want them tied loosely. It’s okay to want strings attached. And be a closet commitment phobe - afraid of losing your

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I got a silly forward the other day with the claim – find out if it is meant to be for you and your crush. When I clicked on the link, the website popped up and there it beckoned me to enter the name of my crush. The cursor blinked at me for what seemed like an eternity. I just couldn’t come up with a decent crush. Is this what my life had become?While you could not pay me a million dollars (

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Thanksgiving has been my favorite holiday for as long as I can remember. Besides the obvious gastronomic delights, it is the one time of year where it seems that everyone is together again, if not always in body, mind and spirit at least. It is a chance to break from our busy schedules to reacquaint and rekindle friendships of the lasting kind. For that opportunity, and the opportunity to

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The imperfect, unconfident, irrational, unstable, antithesis of meI seem so strong and put together and for the most part I am. Days like today, I’m simply freaking out, falling apart. I do appreciate what I have. I do want what I have. But I am human and have deep feelings and emotions and sometimes it just hurts. Don’t confuse me for one of those women that pines away for love lost and love

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So you haven’t climbed the corporate ladder the way you’d envisioned you would have by now. Wouldn’t it to be nice to be where she was? And you haven’t climbed the Great Wall or sunbathed on Santorini like you had planned. Isn’t she lucky? She’s done that and ridden a camel. You haven’t found the relationship you’d always knew you would have found. But she has. What does she have that you

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I am one for asking the tough questions. So ladies, when it comes to the men that we meet, are we just faking it? I’m speaking in terms of our relationships, or however else we choose to define or classify the experiences shared between a man and a woman (“dating,” “seeing,” “talking,” “hanging out” – you know how complicated it can get!) Time and time again, single girls go out on the town,

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My love life could most accurately be described as a series of unfortunate events. While a few bright and shining moments exist, the common theme is slightly tragic. However, it is all I have ever known, so it is rather difficult for me to conceptualize of anything else as a reality. Maybe that’s the problem. Opening my mind and heart to anything else would require taking a risk to which my

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*Thanks to Lindsay and Chip for their inspiration. I wrote this for their engagement. In the warmth of summer in 1993,None of us knew what would come to be.When the paths of two destined to meet,Crossed at last in that June heat.And thus began a budding romance,When those two decided to give it a chance.And for sometime, life was pure bliss.With fond memories of that first kiss.But the

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* Enjoy the flashback! Some of you probably received this at some point a few years back...Here we are once again at a point in our lives where we choose separate paths, go separate ways, establish ourselves as individuals.But even though the roads we take, the trails we blaze, and the paths we navigate may be different, nothing can sever the bond of our friendship.Our friendship has withstood

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Recently, I opened a fortune cookie and alas – I actually got a decent fortune! My fortune stated – “the secret of good friends is no secret to you.” I could not have found a fortune more accurate. While I cannot claim to be a relationship guru (my track record proves otherwise!), I do know a thing or two about friendship. Real friendship. Not those people you loosely call friends, but who

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I love my friends for giving me far too much credit for the hopping love life I don’t have. Because they know the person I am – the person I have been for years – they naturally expect that I would be flocked with gentleman callers. Much to their (and sometimes my own) surprise, they aren’t exactly beating down the doors. But that's another story.This is why it is always a slight shock when I

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I love guys. To those that know me, perhaps that sounds like an understatement. Yes, there are a plethora of obvious reasons why I love them, but in this case, the reason supercedes my flirtations and need for sport watching companions. Being a twenty-something woman, there is a lot of pressure. Everyone expects us to have it all and do it all. We are expected to be successful in our careers.

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How do I love me? Let me count my shopping bags! I am a woman of my word. Anyone that knows me well knows that if I say I’m going to do something, consider it done. Lots of people, including me, talk about being your own valentine. Doing things for your own enjoyment rather than waiting around for someone else to do them for you. I decided to do just that. I decided to take myself shopping

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You meet a guy and you think he is great! Mentally, you see the list and all the checks of all the requirements he meets. Things are just going so well. You are together one enchanted night, one delightful month, or even one marvelous year. Regardless, you have invested and think you could never quite match this experience with another. Maybe it is the way he kissed you passionately in the

KLPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17389246557768795342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10310600.post-1111411349969168792005-03-21T08:21:00.000-05:002007-01-24T01:14:26.063-05:00

One night, while watching The Bachelorette, I started thinking about a comment Jen made. (Yes. The Bachelorette can provoke deep thought!) She was visiting the family of one of the guys, and in passing conversation with a family member about her age of 28, she responded, “I never imagined I would be this age and not married.”Hmm. I think we all experience this same phenomenon. As a girl, and even

KLPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17389246557768795342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10310600.post-1110832147334227072005-03-14T13:42:00.000-05:002005-03-14T15:29:07.336-05:00

This was difficult to write only because there is an embarrassment factor, but I know I’m not the only one. At least I hope. :) I’ve since cured myself from this curiosity and have learned to let some bygones be bygones. We all do it. Some of us have only done it once. Some of us do it once in a while. Some of us have just one. Some of us have many. We do it in the privacy of our own

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In the world of dating and random encounters of the dating kind, there a lot of cases in which you get screwed. Figuratively. When it seems as if there is no justice. He doesn’t call back. He conveniently forgets to tell you about his child. He is unfaithful. He marries someone else. But once in a while there is a glimmer of hope and you realize that there is, indeed, justice in this world

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Ladies, we are lucky. Finally someone wrote some sense into our worlds and all of our questions were answered in just six simple words – he’s just not that into you. It’s easy, sensible, and rational. But before we allow ourselves the chance to get over it and accept the reality of the situation, we must allow ourselves to wallow in the fantasy. The point between the hope that he’ll call, and

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So I'm giving up all the lists. All the "I wants" and the "he needs to have" checklists of requirements that haven't gotten me any further than where I started. Because life isn't a fairy tale and things don't always work out the way you planned in the real world. And sometimes the man with the most checks fails to be all you need and expect him to be. The reality of finding who I'm meant to be

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Valentine’s Day. It’s been the bane of my existence since I was 14. That was the year when it seemed that the box of character cards for the whole class went out the window and in came gifts for “boyfriends” or “girlfriends.” That was the year I realized that things in the world aren’t always fair and some girls get two gifts from the two boys fighting over her and some girls get none. The

KLPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17389246557768795342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10310600.post-1107453460484200832005-02-03T12:55:00.000-05:002005-02-03T12:57:40.483-05:00

While an episode of any given television show would have you believe that the single life is comprised of meeting gorgeous guys at Starbucks and going on fabulous dates every weekend, the truth of the matter is it is often less exciting. I’ve grown accustomed to this reality, but that doesn’t mean I like it! Being that now is during one of these less than exciting phases, it’s got me feeling

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Turning 25 has been quite the enlightening experience. You can call me Buddha. :) More traumatic than the actual birthday was the anticipation of it all. What had I honestly accomplished in my life prior to this milestone? What did I have to show besides an okay job and a lackluster love life? Besides having a phenomenal family and incredible friends, I had my writing. And now it was time to

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The girl I was at fifteen, emotional, yet strong, naïve, yet smart, confident, yet insecure, complex in my thoughts and feelings, felt incomplete and longed to have a boyfriend mostly for the sake of having a boyfriend. She couldn’t wrap her psyche around the concept of how less attractive and less charming girls could have that one thing she wanted and knew she deserved to have. Even at times

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There’s nothing wrong with looking forward to the future and anticipating the new and exciting phases of your life. Your sweet 16. Prom. Going to college. Turning 21. Graduating from college. Meeting the one. Marrying the one. Starting a family. But at some point you finally realize, that everything happens to you at exactly when it is supposed to happen. Although sometime that is tough

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