by Sujeiry Gonzalez | 11.19.2009 | 3:54pm | 4 Comments
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