Dating is a bitch. But I’m ballsy. Let’s dance.
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Unleashing
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…
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Bitch is Back
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…
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Barn Banging
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,…
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Crash & Burn
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…
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LaLa Land
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…
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Friend Zone
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…
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When She Left
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.…
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No Mo of This
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…
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Suck It, 2016
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 Lulus off, and moving on after a messy fall. And then there…
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Shit Talk
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…
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Sex Hangover
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…
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Date on Date
I love the Golden State Warriors. So does Patrick. That was our sole connection, right there. Not enough to make a relationship work, but during the NBA playoffs, it was enough to keep us seeing each other regularly, visiting sports bars, eating edamame (at a dive bar? only in California) and high-fiving/smooching each time Steph…
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