I’m Always Coming of Age
I think I’ll be coming of age for the rest of my life. I immerse myself in people & experiences, that it is the death of the rest of me.
I think I’ll be coming of age for the rest of my life. I immerse myself in people & experiences, that it is the death of the rest of me.
Love may be a universal need but relationships are certainly not for the faint of heart. Am I a braveheart?
Being the woman taking charge means one is playing an unusual role and there’s ample scope to be misunderstood. So should a girl ask the guy out?
I keep getting asked why I want commitment if it’s such a terrible thing. My reasons may not be all deeply soulful or romantic or even honorable.
Can I claim to have a Ph.D. in Emotion? Let me try and prove it. I present my case for ‘thinking too much’ when it comes to Relationships.
I’m reading a book called Rubbish Boyfriends. But hang on, that’s not all that’s responsible for this mood o’ mine. I’ve been talking (and talking and talking) to the following women: A has been steadily (as opposed to happily) married to a ‘Who says we get it right the first…
We’d rather be immortalized as heroes or villains in history than survive the daily mundane. Love makes us fools.
The Date Doctor says, A woman’s best friend has to sign off on all big relationship desicions. – “Hitch” Now is that true? Let us think. Meet a nice guy. Tell P about it. And bitch about the asshole who never called her back. He asked for our number. We…