It’s funny: when I was single, articles about Being Single poured out of me… one second I was having a coffee out in the city to feel a little less alone, and then bam: there was a thousand words about #TheSingleLife, typed up in a Word doc as if by magic. Now that I’ve been in a relationship for 3 years, you’d think I’d write about that instead. But I don’t. Maybe it’s because I’m worried I’ll jinx myself by flooding the internet with articles about being in love, only to get dumped 3 months later and end up hating myself for all the permanent remnants I left behind. Maybe it’s because it’s because when you’re happy, your natural inclination isn’t too turn to a laptop, but to the person who’s making you happy. Maybe I’m just lame and undisciplined and not making enough time to write anymore.
And yet, here’s a new article for Thought Catalog about being in a relationship that works. Because whatever I’m doing is working right now, and my affection runneth over enough that I decided to say, “fuck the jinx, and fuck being too lazy to write, here’s a thousand words on what it’s like to be happy.” Hope you like it.
When you’re just starting to see someone new, it feels like every day presents a choice, a fork in the road: keep walking toward Relationshipville, or take a detour through Breakuptown and pick up someone new. And sometimes, you get so lost along the way, that you’re not sure where you’re headed at all… and that’s OK. As my new article for Thought Catalog explains, when it comes to relationships, you don’t always have to know where you’re going.
Once upon a time, I was a 23-year-old virgin. Now, I know that’s not insanely old, I don’t have anything on that 40-year-old virgin they made the movie about, but it *is* older than most people. According to a sex survey conducted by ABC, only 3% of Americans over the age of 22 are still chaste, and everyone knows that when you’re suffering through extra years of virginity you multiply those years by seven (as in dog-years), so actually I was, like, a 52-year-old virgin, so that movie should have really been made about me.
Audible bought the rights to my first e-book & I’m very excited to share that the audiobook edition of “I Swear I’ll Be Good At It!” is out today! So, if you ever wanted to hear *someone else* tell you funny stories about my formerly non-existent sex life, NOW YOU CAN!(Blood relatives & current boyfriend, please disregard this post, there’s nothing you need to listen to here.)
Huge thanks to my narrator Jed Drummond and the entire Audible team! You’re all incredible!
Coming home after yet another bad date, what single woman hasn’t poured herself an extra large glass of wine and thought, “I guess what they say is true: the only good men left out there are either dead, gay, or fictional.” This is exactly the state of mind that Charlie is in when her best friend Madeline drags her out to a singles mixer she swears will be “packed with men who are exactly her type.” Imagine Charlie’s surprise when she discovers the party really *is* full of the fictional characters and the heartthrobs of yesteryear she’s always adored (think: Prince Charming, Humphrey Bogart, Romeo, James Dean, and more!). At first this seems like a dream come true, but are these guys really as perfect as Charlie hoped?
Directed by Tiffany Johnson (winner of the Director’s Choice Award at the Diversity in Cannes Short Film Showcase) and written by Caty Zick, Dead. Gay. Fictional. is a fun, slightly twisted rom-com about what would happen if you walked into a party and met some of the famous characters and historical figures you think you know. The team hopes to shoot in the summer of 2015 and is currently engaged in an Indiegogo campaign in order to fund the project.
I chatted with Caty Zick, the writer of ‘Dead. Gay. Fictional.’ (and admittedly, very dear friend) about what we can expect from this funny and imaginative short film, and the whole interview is over at Huffington Post Entertainment!