The dirt on the dudes I'm dating . . . this month.
Whenever I had the urge to change my Tinder profile, I used to ask myself, "What if someone notices? What if my one of my dates sees my refurbished bio or my new pics?" I would sit there confused, paranoid everyone would know I'm a ho. After much inner turmoil, I'd always end up with the… Continue reading Stay Static or Look Erratic: Navigating the Dating Apps
I haven't forgotten to report back on my sugar sleuthing. I'm not finished with my investigation just yet. I'm taking it slow, because I'm worried about getting murdered. The sugar daddy site I've been exploring, Seeking Arrangement, is largely comprised of anonymous users - AKA - potential serial killers; so, a girl can never be too careful.
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I've been questioning how personal I should get with this blog. Sure, I talk about my sex and dating life, but what do you really know about me? Not much. I read somewhere that people get really into it when bloggers show their human side. Looks like it's time to get human. 😘
I officially apologize for all the times I've called any of you "pigs," "fuckboys," or "male chauvinists." Why? Because I am a female fuckboy.
Some people do juice cleanses. Some people do yoga. Others . .
No matter how high your Silicon salary is, everyone loves to save $5.
Harassed twice on my way home from Outside Lands. #OSL2017 #sf
Tinder: We're all assholes here.
Dating in candy terms: You rollin' with that pink Starburst or slummin' with a yellow?
A wise meme once said, "Never let anyone treat you like a yellow Starburst. You are a pink Starburst." But what about the oranges and reds?