My name is Raina and I am a nervous girl. These are my confessions. The Wedding My friend Lauren was getting married. We’d met while waiting tables at Meritage. We’d grown close while bonding over our feelings of being college graduates with two jobs and the perils of being…Continue reading Confessions of a Nervous Girl: The Wedding
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Hey, remember that time I got trapped in an H & M dressing room?
In a land before therapy, I would ease my anxiety with hobbies like smoking Parliament Lights and buying shit I don’t need. After I quit smoking (thank you, thank you very much), my anxiety ramped up and in response, so did my trips to H & M. One Saturday afternoon…Continue reading Hey, remember that time I got trapped in an H & M dressing room?
How to Talk to Boys
How to Talk to Boys Step 1: Don’t talk to them. Just don’t do it. Talk to them? Please, if there’s one thing I know for sure, it is this: I have no game. I realized a long time ago that I am terrible at flirting. Mainly because my version…Continue reading How to Talk to Boys
Party of One
I don’t know that I’ve ever really thought of myself as an independent kind of girl. Growing up, there wasn’t much opportunity for independence or even alone time. My parents were divorced by the time I was seven and had shared custody. So while we were shuffled back and forth,…Continue reading Party of One
Not Suitable for Children
I’m just going to come out with it: I’m not cut out to be a parent. I have no problem admitting that. I’ve always had a feeling it wasn’t going to be my thing. Even as a little kid, I entertained no fantasies of being a mommy. I never played…Continue reading Not Suitable for Children
Shopping For A Little Black Dress
“I think I’m going to be single for the rest of my life,” she said matter-of-factly, with only the slightest hint of frustration. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard her say that. She said that same exact thing, word for word, about two hours earlier when we were waiting…Continue reading Shopping For A Little Black Dress
Fifty First Dates
Please don’t confuse this post with the cute romantic comedy by the same name starring Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore. This is nothing like that. Based on my recent experience, there is very little that is cute or romantic about modern dating. At best, there’s comedy. At it’s worst, it…Continue reading Fifty First Dates
Get In the Holiday Spirit, Dammit.
Anyone who comes from a complicated family and/or has been single during the holidays knows how tempting it is to throw a raging month-long pity party (Read: Get drunk and cry, repeat until after New Year’s Day, and then swear that this year is going to be totally different). Or…Continue reading Get In the Holiday Spirit, Dammit.
The Beginning of the End: Part III
“Coffee? I could drink some coffee.” Now, I’m not super thrilled to admit this part: I got in his car. I wish I could tell you what I was thinking, but clearly, I wasn’t. I wasn’t sober. Not drunk by this point, but obviously not on top of my game.…Continue reading The Beginning of the End: Part III
The Beginning of the End: Part II
So, where were we? Ah yes. I was on a date, in a bar, with a gentleman who had recently tried to give up drinking. And I have a hardcore brunch buzz. Right. This is my life, Ladies and Gentleman, and at that moment, I wasn’t loving it. Less than…Continue reading The Beginning of the End: Part II