How I Started Writing About Love (and the Lack Thereof)

I’m so excited to announce my new weekly dating column for WomensHealthMag.com. Check out my first post below! 

I’ll never forget my first date in New York City.

I was 19 years old and interning at a women’s magazine, living in my college’s loft at 24th and Park for the summer. I had imagined myself much more mature than I actually was, and because my fake ID (sorry mom and dad!) said that I was 21, I spent a lot of time at bars post-interning hours. It was at some bar in Murray Hill that I met Joseph—a 28-year-old finance guy.

“Hey babe, can I buy you a drink?” he asked, taking a long draw from his Bud Light, sweating profusely through his button-up shirt and looking at my boobs. He was that Northern Italian kind of handsome—thick brown hair, nice skin and an accent so deep I had to ask him to slow down while he was talking.

This post was originally published on WomensHealthMag.com. To read the rest, go here.