The Girl Behind The Bad Hag

When you’re a 30-something single in NYC, life can be interesting. You fantasize about the cute guy on the subway, you eat one too many Halo Tops for dinner, and you definitely spend all your money on rent, food, and new lipstick.

Wait…is that just me?

Either way, here I am. And I’m diving into the crazy battlefield that is NYC dating. But before we get to the juicy stuff, let’s start with the old me—the Southern Belle me.

Born and raised on the coast of South Carolina, I was a go-with-the-flow kind of gal that let people walk all over her. I was also the excessively chubby one, which didn’t help matters. Growing up I never stood up for myself, I tried to hide in the background, and I would rather die than try something new. I was a follower.

When I hit college I dropped some weight, got my first boyfriend (!!!) and finally started growing that backbone. After I got burned by a few good friends that backbone got even stronger. Bad friends? Who needs ’em! Not me. I was cutting people out of my life left and right. The Facebook “Unfriend” button was my favorite accessory. I held on tight to my ride-or-die girlfriends, found my voice, and never looked back. (Turns out I’m bossy, opinionated, and won’t back down if I believe strongly in something.)

Skipping forward a few years where my weight went up and down and back up again, I dropped even more friends, held some impressive jobs, and finally decided to pack my bags and move to NYC. At 31 my life was starting over. But for the first time, everything felt right. I was where I was supposed to be. Yes, I had no job, but who needs money in NYC? Who cares about that $1700/month rent? I didn’t. I knew it would work out. And so far almost three years in, it has.

So what’s up with The Bad Hag? This will be a place to host my dating adventures—past, present, and future—and other life happenings. Trust me, you’ll want to join the ride. Shit happens to me. It just does.

And for inquiring minds, every “meme” I post will be a real encounter of something that has happened to me. Nothing will be “fake news” folks, nothing.