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Shift For Love: I’m Speaking At My First Relationship Seminar With Dr. Gary Penn!

I’m thrilled to announce my participation in my first-ever relationship seminar, Shift For Love, on (mark your calendars) Saturday, April 18th in Santa Monica, California! Below you’ll meet the inimitable Dr. Gary Penn of the mellifluous voice and sage advice, and the creative, effusive image-coach Kimberly Seltzer along with what the three of us have planned for this all-day event.

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She Showed Her Blind Date How Crazy She Was. What Happened Next…

So, through lots of trial and error I came up with some rules for dating: #1 Blind dates could only be during non-prime time (weekday coffee or lunch, maybe weeknight drinks if he came highly recommended). #2 Prime-time dates (i.e., Friday or Saturday night) had to be preceded by at least one non-prime date. #3 No calling after the first date. That was up to him, and if he didn’t call me within a week, write him off. If he called within a day or even two, then regarded him with suspicion and distrust. That meant he was too eager … Keep Reading!

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5 Reasons You Have to Stop Seeing the Asshat as a Human Being

If you see an Asshat as a human being you’ll begin to miss the specific things you love about him, instead of focusing on the overall crappy way he makes you feel. Keep Reading!?

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5 Reasons Using Sex to Audition for Wife Won’t Work

Here’s why using sex to audition for wife will fail every time: 1. Men who are afraid of commitment are like bloodhounds when it comes to agendas. They can smell you gaming them over any camouflaging pheromones you emit.

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What Happened after my Prom Dress Came off…

I tried to open my bedroom window and it wouldn’t budge. Someone had locked it. I glanced confusedly at Albert. This is when we both heard my father’s Clint Eastwood-esque voice from the nearby porch, “Shannon,” he said, “you’ve slit your own throat.”

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