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It had been building for awhile. The unleashing. If you read just two or three posts here, you’ll learn quickly how “emotionally unavailable” is my type. How the nefarious “player charm” that gives some women the ick gave me butterflies. How I’ve allowed myself to be used or even abused because I didn’t have the…

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…

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,…

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…

I may take some heat for what I’m about to say, but I don’t care. That’s the beauty of being not-20-something: I don’t give a shit what people think. But you’re here reading this, so I’m going to tell you what I think. <Begin rant.> If you are actively dating–as in, seeing and chatting up…

I clearly have a “type.” If I’ve learned anything since I started dating 18 months ago, it’s that. He’s typically tall. Handsome. Witty/funny. Loves music. And (probably the most defining characteristic) he’s emotionally unavailable. Hell, he could be short and bald with no personality or talent and if he’s emotionally unavailable, I’d probably be attracted. I think…

Before you get all judgy and indignant about the fact that I’m calling my date a fatty, let me be clear: I’m not using the term to describe his physical appearance. I’m using it to describe his eating habits, at least on the evening we had dinner together. And really, this is a story that’s more about…

The dating world is a fickle one. A week ago, I was in various stages of conversation with four different men. I had never met any of them in person; they were all online connections, whether from a dating site or social media. Today, every conversation has been shut down by one of us ghosting.…

Three years ago this month, I ended my last relationship. It was a fiery hot toxic one that had lasted close to five long dysfunctional years, and it took all the strength and chutzpa I could muster to kick, scratch and claw my way out of it. I should never have gotten into it, but I’m chalking that up…

I had my first boyfriend when I was 14. He was also my first date, my first kiss and my first slow dance–a whole bundle of firsts rolled up into one slightly awkward but adorable 17-year-old. I was a freshman, he was a junior, and I developed a crush from afar while watching him sing and…

Confirmed: The lure and attraction of the “bad boy” does not disappear post-divorce. Or past the age of 40. Or even when you’re smart (read: experienced enough) to know that absolutely nothing good comes from an attraction to bad boys. Damn it. I had a date last week with a bad boy who may very well have…