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.
In addition to my audiobook news, I also had a new article go up on Thought Catalog today. I know a lot of us try to avoid getting sloppy-drunk with friends we don’t know very well, or don’t see too often, but sometimes an alcohol-fueled catharsis is exactly the push we need to let people see what’s really going on in our lives. “The Beauty in Our Drunken, Late-Night Confessions” is a love letter to alcohol, to my friends, and to the idea that we’re perfectly OK just as we are.
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!
I used to have a slight problem when it came to designer goods and credit card debt, by which I mean, my overwhelming love for the former was a direct cause of the latter.
While my shopping addiction is (mostly) under control these days, I DO still believe that some things in life are just too important and too special to try and get at any kind of discount (literal or figurative)… and falling in love is one of them. New on Thought Catalog today, here’s my article: A Label Whore’s Guide To Love.