Merry Christmas everyone! As you were awoken at 2 am, then 3 am, maybe 5 am by your precious, cherub-faced children who destroyed Christmas presents like the barracuda eliminated Nemo’s siblings (too soon?), I was in bed. Not that being up multiple times during the night isn’t fun. I’m sure you had a scream of a time trying not to…
“Looks don’t matter,” is an oft cited platitude typically uttered by someone already coupled off with a partner they find attractive. But when addressing a single person? Well looks shouldn’t matter, you shallow little love beggar. If you have your hands out hoping someone takes pity on you, be grateful for the cathedral gnome ringing the church bells….
We interrupt the professional matchmaking blog series to address a pervasive myth all single people hate hearing and debunking on the regular: we’re single because we’re “too picky.” I’m hitting this topic now, for after my last post, a number of singles told me they’d been wanting to say everything I’d written, but held back out of politeness….
“Have you ever had your personality tested?” is a question I ask with great frequency. Because, as Shakespeare advised, it’s a good idea to know thyself. I am an INTJ. If that letter combination makes your face contort like you’ve smelled your own flatulence, allow me to explain as you light a match for that fart. It won’t…
“Reluctantly” isn’t a strong enough word. I’m rejoining Facebook the same way a seven year old enters a dentists’ office for a molar removal. Without Novocain. Because it’s been lovely without Facebook. It’s been bliss to live without the tedious, mindless updates. Without the constant “so and so changed their profile pic!” notifications. I’ve loved not knowing…
Dear world, I love pumpkin spice everything and you can just deal with it. I know people like me get mocked by people like you who get annoyed with everything getting pumpkinified as soon as the leaves change and fall on wet steps, increasing the chances of slipping, falling and cracking our heads in an…
In my lifetime two priests have told me I should be a nun. Neither priest was high on drugs at the time of the suggestion, though I have my suspicions. Would I make a good nun? That’s not the right question, because I’d rather be so many other things besides a nun, like a cactus or a…