I went to Vegas with him on a dare, and woke up wearing a plastic ladybird ring and a missing groom.

My friend Paul dared me saying, I couldn’t get a date, even if I paid for it.

Why is it so hard for guys to conceptualize willful celibacy?

It is my choice not to date right now while I sort my life out.

My long-term boyfriend dumped me after eight years of living together.

That’s eight years of my life I’ll never get back.

Spending the weekend with a total stranger was my one-finger salute to heartache.

After all, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?