It’s Wednesday. . . that middle of the road day. That’s the hump of the week we are all trying to make it over. My birthday is October 24, 1984, meaning I was born on a Wednesday. I live my life on the cusp of everything: the zodiac sign (Libra/Scorpio), being born to the child…
Cuffing season approaches and what better to write about in a column about dating, right? I have spent almost three weeks procrastinating on writing this post. So many that I finally went on a long rant to a friend and decided it fit perfectly. Here’s how I feel about cuffing season: Every time I think…
Passion is a must in any potential connection. Remember the gentleman being a wolf? Well at some point, I’d like to feel like Little Red Riding Hood, not her grandma. This is a process folks: passion cannot be manufactured. It is a slow process that must be built, preferably during the course of the day/week/whatever…
