10 Do's & Dont's if you're single on Valentine's day

Ah yes, the holiday that keeps Hershey's and Hallmark in business. The dreaded Valentine's day. I've had my share of Valentine's Days spent with the one I loved/lusted after/loathed/liked. I've also had my share of Single V-Days. And to be totally honest, as a real adult, I think I've enjoyed more single V-days than ones that I was in a relationship. But I do have to say my favorite ever Valentine's day, the one that no other has compared to, had to be the one with my first REAL boyfriend back in high school, Stuart. We were in 9th grade and had only started dating like a week earlier. We went to different schools so we didn't get to see each other every day, but were very much in the puppy love stage of our lives. It was all so innocent, so sweet. First kisses, first boy that I really got butterflies for, first boy who ever touched my boob (outside of the shirt of course), all very PG.

West Coast Woes

It feels like deja vu all over again. Most of you will remember back in May when the most devastating of all devastations hit me: my biffle moved to Los Angeles. It was a sad day that literally made me cry when I met her at the airport to say goodbye. Sophia was off to sunny california to pursue the fashion world by attending FIDM, landing a killer internship and working for Michael Kors in the process. All whilst gallivanting with beautiful celebrities in a little place I like to call Paradise. Sophia would be the seventh of my close close friends who moved away from Hot-lanta in the last year. I'm starting to think that I either suck as a friend or I smell really bad. J-baz moved to the beach in Charleston, Coffaro headed back home to Cincy, Patty took off for Saint Diaaaago. Megs moved to Oregon for grad school and her boyfriend, Catherine hit the Big Apple and Wendy moved to Missouri. And now, my best friend in the whole world, Erin is moving to San Fran.

What do Joe & Blake have in common?

They're both names of exes and both great gay bars. A little ironic, huh? Actually, Blake's not the name of one of MY exes but...whatevs. It works. And if you don't like it, I don't really care.

So yesterday I suffered through one of the longest days of work of my life and didn't get a chance to share the awesome tales of debauchery (part 2) with Stuart.

Monday night, after working off a hangover most of the day, I finally recovered and got my act together in the afternoon - excited to make plans with Stuart, my GBF. He wanted to go to Joe's on Juniper (excuse me, for the gays in the know, it's just Joe's - as Stuart's boyfriend so poignantly pointed out to me).

I want an unsliceably soft roll right now

Sooo my GBF is in town this week and I could not be more stoked! Stuart is seriously one of my absolute favorite people in the world! And he's beyond fabulous! I seriously haven't seen the boy in 3 years and he got into town yesterday afternoon. He brought his boyfriend and 2 of his friends that work with him in Orlando - yes, he's the stereotypical, musical theatre, struggling actor/singer/dancer/choreographer, gay man that you would expect. He's everything you want in a GBF and more. I made him spoon with me last night since apparently I haven't had a man's touch in a while - and I'm totally ok with the fact that I did not turn him on in the slightest bit last night. I simply love cuddling and spooning so last night was fabulous. But I did pull the whole "ugh, i'm hot now, can you move over?" bit after about 30 minutes. I cannot sleep when I'm hot.