Since announcing my separation, I have intentionally not written much, if anything, about my romantic life. (Yes — shockingly — I have one! Well … I don’t know if “romantic” really defines my experiences over the past year and a half, but you get the idea). At first it was out of respect to my ex, but that has not been an issue for ages now given all the time that has passed. I think it’s more been a question of, do I really want to go there? And if so, how far to go?
The truth is, dating is a giant ball of ridiculous / hilarious / tragic / confusing / comical / traumatic /emotional nonsense that can be fabulous, or fabulously horrific. In other words, good times! Why not share some of the juicy details — when and as appropriate — for your reading pleasure?
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I don’t know if there is anything more ridiculous than when a magazine asks a celebrity a question like, “so, when do you feel most sexy?”. Why? Because here is the typical response:
“After a night of passionate lovemaking with my model / rock star / actor / billionaire significant other, I stretch out my naked, tanned, (clearly shaved and smooth and otherwise flawless) 48″ legs as the nanny delivers my precious, well-behaved children to my bedside. That, to me, is when I feel most beautiful and most sexy.”
Wow. ME TOO!!!
Greetings from Cancún, Mexico! Remarkably, I managed to wake up on time to catch my flight and made it here without issue (outside of the overweight bag. Seriously, my suitcase must weigh 49 pounds on its own. WTF??? I packed bikinis, people. Argh.). In case you were wondering, my solo vacation has been fabulous, and educational. A few tidbits for your reading pleasure. Continue reading
Yeah, it will be really hard to take in this kind of view without anyone to enjoy it with. Yep. Poor me.
In a few short days, I will be heading out of town for a week of sun, sleep, spa, and (hopefully) total and complete relaxation. Vacation! It cannot get here quickly enough. I am sure I will have a blast, and how can I not? I’m going with me, myself and I. No one else.
Crazy, right? Am I INSANE?? Or is this just a reflection of my “sad and pathetic” life? Continue reading
Just like that, the email came in. Before I posted anything about my ugly truth, before I opened up and vented about all the shit thrown my way, before I debated whether to bang my head against the wall until I was unconscious, I received the following from a girlfriend in New York.
“Can you get to Miami for a quick girls trip next weekend? Hotel (Ritz) is paid for … I need some sun and some cocktails.”
An impromptu getaway to somewhere fabulous? (meaning, somewhere that isn’t here). Um, yes??? Continue reading
I know that it will come as a shock to you all to learn that I like wine. I don’t spend a lot of money on individual bottles so I by no means consider myself a connoisseur or wine snob — there are plenty of varieties that I enjoy in the $10-$20 range, although every now and then something pricier ends up in my bar cabinet. Continue reading