where bedtime stories end and red flags begin…
6’7 from Seattle…
I thought we had chemistry — hours of late-night phone calls where everything flowed so easily. But when 6’7 from Seattle finally showed up, it turned into the weirdest, most disappointing first meeting of my life. From flaking on plans, to opening his laptop on my couch, to snoring for twelve hours straight — all the spark we had on the phone? Gone.
Unsolicited Dick Pics IN PDX
Unsolicited dick pics: still happening, still gross, and still not the flex men think it is. In this Relentlessly Single in PDX rant, I break down why random crotch shots aren’t cute, why they’re really about control (not attraction), and how to deal with them without letting some stranger’s poor lighting ruin your day.
Why Dating in Portland Feels Like a Never-Ending Thrift Store Hunt
Dating in Portland isn’t just hard — it’s weird. It’s flannels at breweries, long talks about bike lanes, and more ghosting than a haunted house in October. For single moms (or really, anyone trying to date here), the scene feels less like a rom-com and more like a thrift store hunt: you might find a hidden gem, but you’ll dig through a lot of “between projects” baristas first. This post is my unfiltered guide to what it’s really like to be Relentlessly…
the fucking audacity of: this man. He wants to be my man, but wants other women, but doesn’t want me to have another man.
Read that again, twice. Do you have the same migraine I do? There’s something in the Portland air—and I don’t mean the rain or the smell of weed or body odor. I mean the audacity. So here’s the tea: I’ve was lowkey seeing this man. He’s cute. He’s charming. He says all the right things. Tells me he likes me. Wants a real connection. Wants to “build something.” Naturally, I thought we were on the same page and that my little ice…
PDX & the single life
Hinge, Tinder, and the existential crisis of trying to find love/fun (or just someone with a job, showers, and owns a bed frame) in Portland, Oregon. Let’s just get one thing straight: dating in Portland is not for the weak or the impatient. It’s for the women who can carry a toddler on one hip, a tote bag full of groceries on the other, and still have the emotional energy to swipe left on five “musicians” who list their van as their…
“d” bag in pdx
Let me tell you about “D.” Ladies of PDX: If this guy sounds familiar or you happen to find someone who looks or sounds like any of this – do yourself a favor, and stay away. But also, tell him I said therapy on Saturdays at 11am isnt working for him – perhaps a lobotomy might do the trick. Not D for “dreamboat” or “dependable” — D for delusional, deceptive, small DICK, and deeply not that guy I thought he was. When…
Dating in portland? ew.
Let’s talk about the tragic comedy that is dating in Portland, Oregon… while being a full-time single mom in her 30s… who still doesn’t fully understand how to swipe on Hinge without accidentally matching with a guy who looks like he vapes essential oils and wears toe shoes to pick up his organic kale from a neighbor of his named “Autumn Rain.” First of all, the weather. You want to make plans? That’s cute. Let me just check the forecast—oh wait, it…
The Relentless Motherhood 