I finally broke down. At 2 a.m. one morning, I found myself crying in a bar because of Mr. G. He didn't do anything—and that was the problem. Not to mention I felt incredibly alone after the speed dating and singles mixer debacle. So from one. . . READ FULL STORY

I stood in a sea of men and could smell the desperation. "So these are the people who come to a speed dating singles mixer," I thought, totally discouraged. I looked around the room and tried to divert eye contact with a nerdy guy rocking. . . READ FULL STORY

"What did I do?" I thought to myself as I walked down the stairs with Mr. Puerto Rico trailing close behind. Ever since handing in our speed dating match cards, he hadn’t left my side. It might’ve been wonderful if I was smitten, but. . . READ FULL STORY

Days after my crying-in-the-shower sobfest, I found myself at a Latino speed dating event. I sat patiently, waiting for the first man to take his seat. The organizer shouted "Go!" and men began to circulate like troops following orders.. . . READ FULL STORY

"I'm back! Do you have time to meet this week?" That’s exactly what I texted Mr. G as soon as I got back to New York from Boston. Well, not immediately. When I got off the bus I was greeted with pounding rain, and I refused to damage my. . . READ FULL STORY