The Best Time I Said Yes to Everything for a Week and Ended Up Having Bad Sex (Twice), Going Camping and Contracting Shingles

"You know, I’m just really coming from a place of yes,” I confessed out loud to the table, knowing exactly how I sounded, and also that no one would blink in this group of Los Angeles girls who all seemed to be successful in a certain way: the way where jobs were creative, everyone seemed to have free time (the most creative job is no job), and somehow still have money for cheese plates, cigarettes and lots of daytime rosé. READ MORE

What If I Am Never Anyone's Shorty, and Other Fears

I might be single, but I am also allergic to cats. Life is full of surprises! I am 27 years old—when and how did this happen—and have had exactly three serious relationships my entire life. I’m not even sure if boyfriend #2 counts as a relationship, due to the fact that he cheated on me incessantly with not one but four of our coworkers. Nevertheless, after these three doomed relationships, and countless horrible dates (how could I forget the Russian who took me to the 99 Cent Store, or the tattooed hipster who showed up at my doorstep at two in the morning crying), I’m afraid that I have lost hope. READ MORE