Truth be told, things have been pretty stellar for me lately.
As you might have noticed, I’ve been freelancing more, I accepted a new job at a startup I really believe in (and I absolutely love the people), my agent is actively trying to sell my book and I’m falling more in love with the East Village and my new home daily.
And while the whole dating thing hasn’t brought me much luck as of late, I’ve mostly remained pretty even keel and positive. I’ve been going on at least one date a week, and though I haven’t been that into anyone – I’ve kept my head high and enjoyed the company of my friends instead of harping on a date-gone-wrong.
So, why on Saturday night, at 1 a.m., I decided to have a complete and total temper-tantrum, I still don’t know.