I met Brett on a plane. Before it even took off I spilled my drink all over us. He was nice about it. I didn’t feel too badly because it ended up being a good icebreaker.


I met Brett on a plane. Before it even took off I spilled my drink all over us. He was nice about it. I didn’t feel too badly because it ended up being a good icebreaker.

My Affair with a Celebrity continues… This time, exclusive texts, a pending rendez-vous and a hot exchange.

First I ran into him in Barney’s. I couldn’t believe I saw a celebrity! Then he gave me his number.
I called him, but there was no reply. Then out of the blue…

I couldn’t breathe properly all afternoon. What was I going to say when I called? “Hey Connor, it’s PJ…we met today at Barney’s…remember?” I imagined myself saying in a sweet, high-pitched, nervous voice. Oh god. So I decided to take notes. Obviously.

Fresh out of rehab, Connor was all cleaned up and wearing his signature Fedora. I met him in the men’s section of a department store while I was living in NYC. I was hanging out in the tie area waiting for my dad who was visiting from Montreal. I looked up from the showcase and there he was…

Don’t people get picked up at the gym?
While I was at the gym I passed a cute guy on the stairs and we made eye contact. Then I saw him watching the Racketball tournament and we looked at each other again.
This is totally ON, I thought…

I started flipping through this book in a Barnes and Noble one day. It’s about me. I’m telling you, the authors of this book lived in my brain for a year and then wrote about what happened to me. It’s not really about men who can’t love. It’s about the phobia of commitment and it can be applied to women as well.

My four-month dating hiatus ended last night with a blind date. I guess, in this day and age, dates can never really be considered “blind.” Now, with Facebook, you can always see pictures of the person before you meet them. I have to admit, after seeing this guy’s pictures, I was really dreading the date…