I'm certain there are worse things than a holiday designed to tragically diminish feeling satisfied being a single woman.

Strangers and new territories offer crisp possibility.

I'm home and the power has gone out. This is as close as it gets to a candle lit evening around this place.

I'm crossing my fingers for a good summer fling, but crossing my heart for the real thing.

I played suck and blow with Jesus in between him tattooing my back.

I always get like this on Sunday nights.

I sort of made a date before coming here, but changed my mind literally twenty minutes to call time.

I have self diagnosed and concluded that I simply don't care for having nothing to look forward to.

They say the best way to get over one man is to get under another....well, whose free tonight? #colgate #theindian #occupied?

I went on an age appropriate date.

Starwberry cheescake ice cream in bed. We all make choices.

I can usually tell how a man is in bed by his playlists.

I have a four day sprint next weekend where I have nothing to do. Considering a road trip to clear my mind. Destination unknown.

Just like re-reading a chapter.

Sitting with the boys and the bong talking about Disneyland.

In essence, this is my diary.

Fight! Fight!

Should I have sex tonight?

I have yet to encounter any aspect of #thebartender I'd consider "stable." I'm a sucker for this kind of man.

Momentary passion is just that. Momentary, fading..... I want the real thing.