After referring to myself as a “columnist” for about a year, I got a call from a friend of mine who works Read More

Recently, out with my friend M, I got drunk. I didn’t mean to—drinks in Manhattan are $16 each, and by the Read More

Lately I’ve been thinking about the men I’ve dated, and who I would be now if I stayed with them. Read More

After a particularly rough breakup with a guy who’d led me on for months, I found myself moping hardcore. I came Read More

When it comes to friends with benefits, one of two things typically seems to happen: You become straight-up fuck buddies, only calling Read More

M and I started hanging out more and more as I adjusted to city life. Whenever I wanted to go out, he Read More

M was my first friend in New York. He was a great guy, sweet and gentle, but also protective. He was always Read More

While at a house party one Friday night, I was introduced to a very cute boy. He was adorable, really. Short, tiny, Read More

One night, I had plans to hang out with Curly B, a new friend of mine who had curly blonde hair and Read More

The other night I went out for drinks with a couple of friends. We ended up at Boxers Chelsea—my idea, because Read More