In trying to find a dude, I have found myself. #deep
And now, a very special Valentine's Day edition of Love, the L Train, and What I Wore... The only thing worse than playing third wheel to your roommate's recently rekindled relationship on a Saturday night? Staying home alone and repainting your two-square-foot size bathroom while listening to Taylor Swift--occasionally pausing briefly to google Jake Gyllenhaal's favorite Brooklyn coffee shops as you whimper softly to yourself--after the guy you had a major middle-school-crush on texts you saying he's seeing someone else.
Life as a 20-something singleton in New York City is often boorish but never, ever boring.