Sexaholics, workaholics, zombies and gangsters: an honest account of a 21st century search for romance

As my curly bob falls out of my ponytail at 5 am, I can’t help but think back to my high school self. She used to try and sneakily watch midnight episodes of Sex and the City, idolizing the cosmopolitan lives of Samantha, Carrie, Miranda and Charlotte. Now, she’s morphed into the be-careful-what-you-wish-for cliché. Midnight…