Hi, I’m Leigh. I’m thirty-something years old, live in the city of Chicago, have been single for several years … blah, blah, blah. You know the cliché. Watch an old “Sex & the City” episode and that’s basically my life. Well … my life, but without all the expensive shoes and purses, fancy drinks, trendy career options, and gorgeous men hitting on me on the sidewalk. Come to think of it, imagine “Drunk & Looking Homeless in the City” and you’ll probably have a better visual. One that involves way more slobbering and passing out naked with a burrito in hand.
I’ve never blogged and I don’t have a Twitter account, although I do enjoy a good Facebook update on occasion. I decided to start this blog after yet another hilariously horrible date. Being single for the last <cough, muffle> years, I’ve done my fair share of dating. Some experiences have been fun, romantic, wonderful and even almost turned into something amazing. Almost. This blog will not be discussing those dates. Instead, I will highlight a few dating rules I’ve learned along the way on my quest to find love. Okay, perhaps it’s not a quest. Going on a “quest” conjures an image of swashbuckling or, at the very least, swords. This is really more of me being bored and going out with random guys who seem like they won’t chop me in pieces and hide my remains in a forest preserve.
These stories are 100% true. I could not even make stuff like this up.