So I have been dateless for about a month now. Shocking! What is even more shocking than that, is it has been by choice. I know, I know, a month isn’t that long, but because of my past year, a month seems like a decade.
First I didn’t want to date because I was still recuperating from the diaper rash incident, but then it became much more than that. I realized that I have been missing something.
When I moved to New York City, over a year ago, I left a bevy of great friends – ones that I have known since college, ones that met somewhere in my nine years of gallivanting around Philadelphia, and ones that I met while in my bed. Continue Reading….