After my so-called date, I felt myself slipping into a state of lonely stagnation. There I was: a 31-year-old woman with no potential romance in sight, still moping over the Mr. G fiasco. I tried moving forward, planning events and working, but my. . . READ FULL STORY

My heartbeat quickened as I walked toward the golden arches. This was my first time going out with a new guy in a while, and I still didn't know how I felt about it all. I just hoped he wasn't taking me to McDonald's. Seconds later, we were. . . READ FULL STORY

I hadn't been on a date in months. Speed dating was a bust and Mr. G—well, we all know what happened with him, don't we? So you can imagine how confused I felt when a fellow whom I met back in June emailed me saying he wanted to see me again.. . . READ FULL STORY

My conversation with Mr. G was more of the same. I vented and expressed my frustration yet again, and he attempted to soothe me by telling me he cared, yet again. But something in this familiar routine had slightly changed. My heart didn't. . . READ FULL STORY

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