Hello! Merry Christmas Eve! And if you do not celebrate Christmas, Merry Sunday-that-isn’t-scary because I’m assuming you don’t have work tomorrow. If you do, maybe re-evaluate your job choice? Just a thought. It’s been almost a month since my last
TD Guide: 5 resolutions for guys on dating apps in 2018
Hey boys! How are you? Ready for Christmas? Pretending not to be reading this? Well haha joke’s on you, I know you’re out there because a guy on Bumble just told me he reads TD. He’s outed you. You’ve been
Bachelor Arie: The Girls
Another January, another batch of crazy fucking bitches Bachelor contestants. Joy. This time around there’s not a single Chicken Enthusiast, Free Spirit, or Dolphin to be found, but fret not – I know plenty of girls with normal job titles who
J: No more coffee dates
Context: I matched with Arizona on Hinge one late summer afternoon, a seemingly well-traveled Hill staffer for the great state of Arizona. We chatted for about a week, then made plans to meet at La Colombe for coffee on a
J: One Less Virgin in Nashville
Context: At the end of September, my friend C and I took a spontaneous road trip to Nashville. We expected a weekend of going out, live music, and good food – but we never could have known what would be
Sunday Scaries #5
Buona Sera, it’s the Scariest Sunday of them all. I’m about to leave Venice to fly my ass back to Philly via Frankfurt, drive down to C’s parents’ house to pick up her pup, then drive back to DC and
Fake News Friday #2
Today’s Fake News Friday covers mentioning food in your dating app profile, Malia Obama’s new boyfriend, and South Korea’s pitiful marriage rate. Hey hey! Happy Friday! Are you as full and bloated as I am? Good. Let’s all suffer together.
J: Happy Thanksgiving!
Hey sluts, It’s Thanksgiving! And here in the Alps it’s just another day to binge drink at noon. Italians really have their priority straight, let me tell you that. I just wanted to pop by and let you all know
Sunday Scaries #4
Ciao betches! This Sunday ain’t so scary because I’m in Italy (or, more specifically, the Frankfurt airport) and don’t have to work for another week. HOLLA. Although I did throw up on the plane (and in a Jumbo Jimmy’s bathroom
Fake News Friday #1
It’s Friday! Halle-fucking-lujah I thought this day would never come. I’m jetting off to Italy tomorrow and hopefully will marry an Italian man within the next 7 days and never return to the political shithole that is DC. Ah, to