Right Person, Wrong Time.

The relationship ¬†begins. Sparks fly. You’re completely overwhelmed by the reoccurring feeling of butterflies. You think about how wonderful they are every time you’re with them, then as soon as they leave, you wait in…

The Tribute Act

Ah, Friday night. What to do? Well I certainly wasn’t going to sit in watching the television or reading a book. This simply isn’t an option for a 20-something single girl, in fact, it’s social…