If you’re not involved, dating these days is a little nutso.

Seriously. Navigating this universe of dating apps and social media is insane. Why do we do it? No clue. Yet, here we are…

We share our stories over drinks and brunch and we bitch about being ghosted. We might even debate being the one to ghost (but ugh he uses SO MANY emojis… he MUST be gay!).

Point is, we’ve all got stories. I know I sure as hell have a lot of ’em, so I figured I might as well start writing them and maybe find some new friends to commiserate with. Maybe we can learn from each other’s mistakes. Or maybe we can just find comfort in the fact that we’re all in this together.

Oh, and to state the obvious, this site’s name may be a play on Sex and the City (because let’s face it, so many of those issues are still super relevant today), but I am no Carrie Bradshaw. Except for the fact that I’m a writer who lives alone and really likes shoes.

So when I say let’s commiserate about this crazy Dating World, I don’t mean let’s cry, eat ice cream, and watch Breakfast at Tiffany’s for the umpteenth time.

I’m what I like to call a pessimistic optimist… since I can’t really say I’m always super realistic. Some of my older stories may be a bit on the Delusional Dater (DD) side, but we live and we learn, and we begin to take things more cautiously than we did before…

That being said, there is always a time and place to eat ice cream and watch chick flicks… but after that, you have to put on your big girl panties and deal with life.