I took a break from relationships (or the lack there of) and spent the last couple of days in New York City. We were almost mugged 15 minutes after we landed in the city and spent our nights in a hotel most likely run by Norman Bates. Sigh. So many memories. 

Maybe it's because I grew up in a very Catholic, Mexican family but there is something about being able to talk about sex freely and candidly with other women that to me is very exciting.

I'm the Latina Matthew McConaughey. I'm trying to figure out how to deal with this realization.  

I'm starting to doubt if being honest and forthcoming is always the ideal route to take. 

Since I've been single, it seems everyone around me is finding love. (As a side note, my shuffle just tried to maliciously mock me by just now choosing to play "Real Love" by The Beatles.)