Note: As always, follow my journey on my personal blog, So about what I said... Please note: The following story occurred when I was a very young, very naïve 26-year-old. I’ve since blossomed into a mature 28-year-old. Last summer, I had the pleasure of revisiting my giggly googly-eyed school girl days. We’re talking full-on red-faced, body fidgeting here (please note my inner teen coming out in the form of italics for the purposes of this story). I actually owe it all to Crush Boy. I’m sure you remember reading about his visit to my house. If not, allow me to help you relive the glory. OMG, Crush Boy is in my house.
Dear Dr. Romance: I am afraid if I tell him, it would affect our friendship
Too many dating profiles rely on a photo and a profile that says "if you want to know, just ask." Unless you're bar far the best looking person online, you need more than just a good photo - you need a dating profile that makes you stand out. So sound socially engaging, not socially inept.
1st.relationship outside of my race.
It's Fourth of July Weekend and it's time for Flirting with Fireworks!!
Singles swear that they have more freedom than people that are married, but where is the proof? Here are the top reasons why marriage is unfairly blamed for taking away a person's freedom.
Is It Easier For A Man To Forgive A Woman Or A Woman To Forgive A Man When One Has Cheated?
Use the summer heat to your romantic advantage!
Aged care an issue for Australians: Poll
Note: Don't forget to follow my personal blog, So about what I said... I did it. I finally caved and gave in to the pop culture pressure of that ubiquitous book, He's Just Not That Into You. When I first bought it, I was SURE the author had me in mind when he came up with the title. Why? Because I AM that girl. I am the girl who is sure, BEYOND A DOUBT, that the guy is madly in love with her. Never mind the signs - he doesn't look me in the eyes, he doesn't even know I exist, he has a girlfriend, he never chases me, he doesn't talk much, he has a girlfriend. Those aren't signs, I think. They're just pesky obstacles on my way to my very own Happily Ever After.