This site will be ever evolving, discussing issues related to love, dating and relationships, as well as anything else that sparks a thought. More than anything I want it to be fun, and a place where people can come to get away, or get( and give) advice. Runway model, Chick Lit Writer, Washington Intern, Poli Sci Major, 120 lbs or 320 lbs, from the Midwest or Manhattan - we all live through life’s endless drama’s alongside one another- broken hearts, deceitful boyfriends *or girlfriends*, choosing bad boys*or girls* over good one’s, seeking the answer to all of life’s problems at the bottom of a Chunky Monkey bowl, running miles on the treadmill and never losing a pound, late nights up watching Dirty Dancing or Pretty Woman, just trying to navigate our way through the often treacherous terrain that is life.

We date, we have sex, we fall in love. Sometimes we have sex and think it’s love. None of us have the answers. No one gave us a playbook. When we are at the 50 yard line of a relationship, no one blows the whistle and says, “Here, run this play.” So we trip, and fall…dust ourselves off and try again. We date all the wrong men and a few of the right one’s, but hardly ever know which is which. We have late night girlfriend sessions, the blind leading the blind, hoping and praying we have a clue. And sometimes, we do, but so often, we’re standing there, without a bat, as a curveball is hurling itself toward us at 80 mph.

Thus is life - crazy, sexy, beautiful, totally and completely messed up. What qualifies me to write about this stuff? Hmmm….life experience? Maybe nothing! I’ve been celibate, had a one-night stand and a three year love affair. I’ve dated celebrities, dated scumbags, some of whom WERE celebrities, wondered if I could be a lesbian, realized I definitely couldn’t. I’ve been hit and kicked, hit and kicked back. I’ve been the other woman, swore I wasn’t, loved wholly, honestly, deeply and had my heart shattered into a million pieces. I’m a woman, just like the millions of others out there, trying to make sense of it all.

I write because I have to… it’s the only thing I’m good at. To all of the people out there who have decided its fashionable to trash “Chick Lit” writers, who somehow think they are superior in intellect to anyone who wants to write about being a twenty or thirtysomething woman as she figures it all out, I have only this to say. Books are like Ice Cream, there's room for all flavors, some of which are classic and will just never go out of style.