The Fierce Diva Guide to Romance

  I swear I’m not jaded, guys.  I’m a romantic at heart.  Really, I am!   Love heals. Love conquers all!  Love is kind, at least most of the time, anyway. However, the “thrill of the chase” thing is a different story.  Back in “the day,” I was never one to wait for a guy to call first, and I was always a bad “rules girl.”  Besides, that “chase-loving Neanderthal” usually dropped me like a bad piece of mammoth meat the moment I would show the tiniest bit of interest back.  Sounds eerily like a Taylor Swift song, does it not? … Continue reading

The Fierce Diva Guide to Lightening up

One of the Dudes I dated in my pre-Diva days is a guy we'll call Sam.  Sam, by most accounts, seemed pretty normal , especially compared to some of my other dates, like the actor, who wore more eyeliner than  I did, the nudist, who cooked me vegetarian meals in his backyard, out of what appeared to be a large cauldron, and the CIA hopeful, who broke up with me on the basis that I was "bad for his career."  Sam worked in a trade.  He left the house by six in the morning, came home, ate a meat and … Continue reading