Conch Shell Confessionals is my tell-all (minus some) tale of being lost looking for love. With my self-proclaimed (and running attempt to deny) daddy-issues, I am just your average girl with a bit of a bite and, I suppose, one too many thoughts (or fantasies) running through my brain.
I have said, "I love you" without really understanding it; puked out of a moving vehicle on a second date (in my defense, I told him I was going to hurl); table-danced my way through heartbreak in Colombia (yeah, the country); and buzzed my way through online dating. And finally after all of that, I am in real L-O-V-E...like he's the one kind of love. Does this make me look fat? Whatever, I'm fat in love!
So, I am ready to share my horrendously enlightening experiences with the world, a.k.a. all of my single (or miserably coupled-off) ladies (and gentlemen...if you're in to this kind of thing). I'm not a doctor but I've dated one so I'm sure that qualifies me to advise you on the matter of millennial dating.