Once upon a time, I was in a long-term relationship (read: I suffered six years of awkward sex, needless fights and raging jealousy). Granted, I was in high school for the first four years and was a measly freshman/sophomore in college for the last two. However, I still thought I had found the one: the peanut butter to my jelly, the cheese to my macaroni, or the avocado to my guacamole, if you will. (Can you tell I’m hungry as I write this?)

But when the relationship ended, I was a mere 19 – and after all the b.s., I was left with little to nothing to show for the years of my youth I wasted lusting after one male who couldn’t satisfy me sexually or emotionally. And although he profusely expressed his undying love for me – not once did the boy suggest that we had a possible future together. Not once. In six effing years.

It’s no surprise that my little snuggle bunny didn’t talk about marriages or baby carriages. Hell, he was only 21 when we broke up! But it’s not just the youngin’s involved in long-term romances who avoid the dreaded “M” word. The avoidance of marriage spans generations of men, all who are scared sh*tless by the thought of spending the rest of their lives legally bound to the wrong woman.

According to a recent study conducted by lifelong bachelor Carl Weisman as research for his new book titled, “So Why Have You Never Been Married? - Ten Insights into Why He Hasn’t Wed,” men aren’t actually afraid of marriage, per se. The real fear? Marrying the wrong woman. Read More »

I’ve always been a firm supporter of the phrase, “It’s five o’clock somewhere,” it is almost like a mantra to me.

Whether it was the mimosa I’d sip on Monday morning before class, blind-eyed to my roommate’s disapproving glares, or spiking my Coke with a little nip of rum in the dining commons at lunch to my friends’ bemusement, I’d just smile real big and cluck, “It’s five o’clock somewhere guys! Loosen up!”

Alright so maybe my tendencies slightly resemble that of Sully, the homeless alcoholic on the corner block who’s always singing Ace of Base off-key — But hey! Cheers to being young and reckless! At least he ‘saw the sign’…for happy hour.

Either way, such tendencies made it no surprise at all that I found myself in a bar (Thank you trusty fake ID!) this past Friday getting some drinks with a friend. After a hard week of internship pandemonium, a stiff drink in the city was just the cure. Read More »