March 2012
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Tips for the modern man... from the modern woman...
Shhh…
We’re at a bar. You look at me. I look back at you. And then against all odds… I smile! You are stoked. You make your way over and introduce yourself. I’m feeling the vibe, until…
You start talking. And talking. And talking. I know you are trying to impress me with everything you’ve ever learned about anything, but to me, you just sound like...
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Ex Files: Vol. 1
There is something about going to an airport, for me, which necessitates dressing like a homeless person. Uggs are only the beginning. We’re talking old jeans, mammoth t-shirts, weird scarves, and my hair in one of those sad attempts at a ponytail that I really should reserve for face-washing. That’s how I dress when I fly, and this trip back home from New York’s JFK...
