Welcome back! It’s been four years. FOUR. I believe (re)introductions are in order: Hi, I’m Sienna — the author of this blog and the hopeless yet snarky romantic who’s not ready to give up on finding love, despite the fact that I am increasingly on AARP’s hit, er, marketing list, and I recently attended an online support group for women with […]
When it comes to dating, sometimes I think I’ve seen/heard/eye-rolled it all. I’ve been at this single gal party for about four years now. I’ve written about unsolicited cock shots and texting douche-baggery and men who play, manipulate, abuse, ghost, lie, send me to strip clubs and jack off on the first date (true story, bro). Sometimes I’ve ended up […]
He kept looking at my profile. Not just once or twice, but weekly, at least. So I messaged him: “You know, the real-life version of me is way more fun than the digital one.” Winky face. This was an Oakland firefighter who had texted with me months before, only to eventually retreat and say, “I don’t think I’m ready to date.” […]
Harry said no. Sally said yes. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, stop now and go rent the movie. If you’re familiar, then hang with me because I think I’ve finally answered The Big Question, “Can men and women ever be friends?” I don’t think it’s yes. I don’t think it’s no. I think it’s maybe. And the […]
On a not-so-long-ago Tuesday afternoon, I was at the doctor, discussing a nagging hip injury and what kind of surgery to have, or if I should try another injection, and what the prognosis would be if I opted to do nothing. At that same time, my best friend was standing on the Golden Gate Bridge. Contemplating whether or not to […]
There’s a bar in my neighborhood called Mo’s. In fact, it’s the only bar in my hood. It’s a cute bar, circular in shape, conducive for conversations with strangers. I’m hooked on their taco salads (sauce on the side), consistent with my vodka sodas (Tito’s with three orange slices, please) and crushing on the hot bartender with the bad boy vibe. If you’ve read my […]
I texted my friend late one evening. “Christy! I just realized that this man who keeps messaging me on Match knows you. I haven’t responded, but he’s persistent. Here’s his picture, what’s he like? “Oh, Jack! Right. Nice guy, but his wife just left him for another man. His Facebook posts make him look like he’s lost his mind. I don’t […]
I’m a pretty upbeat girl. I’m not a big complainer. I believe that life is glorious. I tend to see the glass as half-full (and I’m capable of pouring more vino if it’s not). And I have become adept at picking myself up, dusting my LulaRoe leggings off, and moving on after a messy fall. And then there was 2016. I’ve been dating for three years now, after […]
One of the most fundamental truths we must all learn as we cross the threshold from adolescence to adulthood is this: Everyone has to own their own shit. There’s this simple-yet-elusive concept called “taking responsibility” that some of us grasp sooner than later, and others, never at all. But a word to the wise: If you try to venture into a relationship with […]
Sex with an ex is never a good idea. At least that’s what I’d heard. But I’m stubborn and 9 times out of 10 I have to learn the hard way, so when an “ex sex” opportunity came up, I had to take it. Because that’s what you do when you think you can prove those Cosmo and Glamour articles wrong. […]