Mel

{holiday spirit} Mel’s Christmas Gift Guide for the men who annoy, tolerate or complete you.

Ho-Ho-Ho! Oh, so now it’s the last minute and essentially you’re fucked. But I’m going to share this gift guide with you anyway. So… CONGRATS! You survived long enough to not get dumped before Christmas. I mean, no man is that much of a dick he’d dump you the day before a holiday and after all the gifts are purchased, right? RIGHT?! Men’s gifts come in three easy...

Mel

“Son, don’t date girls like that.”

This, said to my first roommate and I, at a Cleveland-area Bob Evans location on one summer (early) Sunday morning. A continuation of Saturday night's fun for us. YES, we were partying our balls off until the wee hours, and -- hungry for breakfast, no less -- went to our favorite local chain... in our club wear.

Mel

{pursuit of love} How About We: Spring Fun

Ah, Spring. The perfect time to fall in love, no? I've had my fair share of seasonal romances, but even when part of a long-term relationship, I don't think that "dating" (each other, mind you) should cease. I know it's difficult, what with that hibernating shape you've seemingly taken on, but it's truly important to maintain some level of fun with your significant other to ward off any potential boredom. And oh my, do I get bored easily...

Mel

{pursuit of love} How About We…

In Cleveland, the city was on a lot of “worst of” lists — one of which, I distinctly remember referring to the city being a horrible place to be single. At the time, amidst several dating attempts and subsequent disasters, I had to agree. I wonder how Pittsburgh compares… You’re doing it wrong! Regardless, I think if you haven’t figured out WHAT it is you hope to glean...

Mel

I was proud of my online dating profile. Even if it didn’t provide a shiny knight.

It’s been a while since I’ve required the services of an online dating service (thank GAWD). I had no personal success in their use, save for seeing several of my ex-boyfriends and reveling in their loser-dom, then crumpling in a sobbing ball of emotional breakdown, realizing that the same fate had been bestowed upon me. It was a sad, sad period of an extra 30 pounds, too many boxes of...

Mel

I am not ignorant.

I think I’ve surprised myself as to how long I could stay mad today. And the surliness is beginning to strain the muscles in my forehead. So, I think I’m done now. You know, for sake of  the lessened elasticity and propensity for wrinkles in my 30+ face and all, not because I am not still angry. That is all.

Mel

Valentine’s Day Ghosts

This year is nice. Yes, nice that I don’t need to complain all over my blog that I don’t have a boyfriend, and that I’m so lonely and the holiday doesn’t mean anything, puke, puke, puke… I like that AB & I have made plans to do our “Valentine” shit together (regardless of how I feel/don’t feel about the inane holiday that WAY too many put the stock of...