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.
I swiped right on a couple. Then I ghosted them.
Some people do juice cleanses. Some people do yoga. Others . .
Most of us are familiar and finally comfortable with popular modern dating apps. You’ve probably tried out a few, and they were probably whatever. What you may not be too familiar with, however, is the secret sugar society that walks among us.
There comes a point when hating on the "basic" just makes you bitter. Bitter is basic, pHool.
The Silicon Valley is an endless supply of well-packaged disappointments.
Tinder: We're all assholes here.
Boys tell you all the good shit on dates. This past week alone, I learned the sex habits of a well-known tech celebrity (You've probably heard of him.), the secret/not-so-secret drug culture within startups, bizarre ways founders source their employees, and how many women these founders/celebrities are sleeping with (Spoiler alert: It's A LOT.).
No matter how high your Silicon salary is, everyone loves to save $5.