During the holidays, when family members ask why a “pretty girl like you doesn’t have a boyfriend,” you’re just like…
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Follow me as I chronicle the ups and downs of being a New Yorker, Francophile, young (un)professional, wino, bichon lover, and aspiring European royalty, as well as catalogue my thoughts on a throng of other topics beyond my ken.