I have been hanging out with a new dude, and the other night he invited me over to see his place for the first time. He promised crackers, cheese, and wine. I promised Bananagrams. I was really nervous on the train to Park Slope. Crackers and cheese! He sounded like a real man. When I arrived,… Read more »
Last week I went to Florida to see my parents, my big little brother, and my little big sister. After a week of arguing with the family and a whole lot of noise, I got on the plane back to New York City in hopes to read my new sexy book, Fifty Shades of Grey,… Read more »
A few years ago, on a lovely Saturday afternoon, I went for a sensible walk down Second Avenue in the East Village. It was a typical day in the neighborhood—I walked past a crack head peeing on himself, a circle of “homeless teenagers” that you know actually live in a penthouse with their parents on… Read more »
Every woman is looking for the perfect package: smart, funny, sensitive (but not in that weak, sad way). Not too long ago, I found a guy who seemed to fit the bill. We went on several dates that included lots of movies and sleepovers. Everything was going well except for one thing: we hadn’t had… Read more »
Last week, I almost threw in the towel. Between seeing my ex in my neighborhood 32 times, the St. Paddy’s Day Parade, and a mouse infestation, I thought I was done with New York. New York City? New York Shitty! This Big City Siren was ready to pack her bags and get the hell out…. Read more »
Recently I met someone who lives really, really far away. On the other hand, he’s really, really awesome and super, super funny and very, very attractive and puts up with my ridiculous, ridiculous behavior and I think he secretly likes it. (At least, that’s what I tell myself morning, noon, and night). Plus, he’s a… Read more »
A few months ago, I was faced with a dilemma: How to get my ex-boyfriend’s shit out of my apartment and QUICK because it was annoying me. How do I do this? I thought. Am I supposed to go all the way to Brooklyn to bring it to him? Should he come to my place?… Read more »
I decided to start writing Big City Siren after a homeless man peed on me…
