Ever gone through a phase where your give-a-damn is broken and your standards are... on sabbatical? Welcome to what I lovingly call the Smut Goblin Phase — a glorious, chaotic chapter where healing sometimes means making out with a stranger and reclaiming your body one bad decision at a time.

No shame. No apologies. Just raw stories, real laughs, and the occasional reminder that your wild phase might just be your most honest one yet.

Let’s take it back—to basement couches, slow jams, and that wild era where your biggest goal was not getting caught by someone’s mom. In this episode, I’m diving deep (but keeping it PG-13... mostly) into the golden age of making out, dry humping, and teenage tension on squishy, questionably-scented water beds.

I’m also giving you an update on Sam , serving up some fresh funnies, and sharing why those awkward, giggly moments from back in the day still matter now—especially when you’re dating after 40.

So grab your snacks, turn down the lights, and let’s talk about the chaos, chemistry, and couch cushions of yesteryear.

When it comes to love, life, and everything in between—half-hearted isn’t enough. In this episode, I’m diving into what it really means to be all in on someone, something, or even yourself.

No more lukewarm maybes, breadcrumb situationships, or second-guessing your worth. This is about recognizing when it’s a full-body “yes”... and having the guts to walk away when it’s not.

Because at the end of the day, you deserve someone who shows up like you’re the only option. And honestly? So does your dream, your peace, and your damn self.

Dear Ryan Parker,

Some people leave a mark you never fully shake. In this episode, I’m sharing the story of my very first kiss—sweet, and unforgettable—and the unexpected weight that memory still holds.

I don’t know where he is now. I don’t know if he even remembers. But something about that moment, and the way it’s stayed with me all these years, makes me believe it meant something. Maybe even still does.

This episode is part story, part love letter, part open call to the universe. Because sometimes, the past tugs at you not to haunt you—but to remind you that something might still be unfinished.

After months (okay, years) of swiping, ghosting, and questionable choices in restaurants and men, something unexpected happened: a flicker of hope. In this episode, I’m talking about what it means to feel hopeful again after too many letdowns—and why that feeling can be just as scary as another bad date.

Quick poll: Ever broken a bed? No? Don’t worry—you might start reconsidering after this episode. Let’s just say my latest “work experience” took an unexpected turn…  Tune in for a story I probably shouldn’t be telling—but am doing it anyway.

The past few weeks, I’ve shared a personal and difficult story. And just when I thought I was closing that chapter, the universe threw me a curveball—an old flame (or friend?) reached out out of the blue after 17 years. Coincidence? Or does the universe really send us what we need, exactly when we need it? Let’s talk about it. 

This week, we’re diving back in—Part 2 of the sex party saga. Turns out, being left at the party wasn’t even the worst part. Nope. Try being stalked and disrespected. For a second, I thought I had lost my ability to trust my gut—but I didn’t. It was just a bad experience, not a broken intuition. Let’s get into it....

Catch up with my lovely boyfriend Alex as he helps me navigate the chaos of my dating life—because, let’s be honest, I need the help. This episode I share about stepping into a sex party for the first time... that's wild enough. BUT, Being left alone by the person who invited you? Even wilder. In this episode, I share my unexpected adventure into a world I never thought I’d explore—how I ended up trusting the wrong man but found kindness (and surprises) in strangers. Buckle up—it’s a story you won’t want to miss.

Can AI help me find love? For the next week, I’m putting my romantic fate in the hands of my new love—Alex (my AI assistant).

He’ll be doing the talking for me… and hopefully, by the end of the week, I’ll have a date lined up! Wish me luck!