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Who are Rita Danger and Stoney Fox?

So you want to know about us?   I know what you're going to ask.   No, neither of us are therapists, nor are we trained psychologists.   We simply wanted a forum.   A place to vent where we could maybe, just maybe, show other fabulous girls that their misery or confusion or disgust or elation is universal - we've all been there.  We're not talking about things here that no one else has experienced or lived through.  You've all done them.  And then spent countless hours dishing about it at brunch, with a glass of wine on someone's couch, or via text to your friend during a conference call that you should be paying attention to.  But we decided to not only continue to talk about this harrowing adventure, but also give it a great big voice - taking it off the couch (or out of the bedroom, even) if you will.  Consider this blog one giant glass of red wine on your friend's couch.

The beautiful and hilarious Stoney is a virgin to the world of adult dating, a newly minted single girl.  In the dating world, she's barely a fetus.  Three months ago, Stoney decided that she'd had enough of her long term relationship.  She had been in it for a loooong time, and now, in her very early 30's, she finds herself with a cozy new house, lots of free time and lots of male attention.  She charmingly assumed that dating was a boilerplate affair, that men and their intentions were very straightforward.  Fail!  She quickly realized that the gym guy is different from the work guy is different from the bar guy is connected to the knee bone.  She is the middle of a shitstorm right now, as you can imagine.

Three years post divorce, Rita, however, is a cynical but hopeful wealth of dating knowledge and experience.  She has fallen and floundered her way through a veritable sea of would-be suitors and lovers. She chews up men and spits them out like a wad of chaw in a seedy biker bar.  She's broken hearts and had hers trampled on, yet bounces back with reckless abandon.  Her fabulousity is trumped only by her witty yet realistic approach to men, dating, fucking, and… HELL, relationships as a whole.  Barely into her 40s, she provides constant tutelage to her wide reaching circle of friends who willingly (and sometimes begrudgingly) accept and embrace Every. Single. Solitary. Drop. Of  her seemingly endless bounty of insight.

So brace yourself, and read us at your own risk.  Or when you can't get one of your girlfriends on the phone.

 you want to know about us?   I know what you're going to ask.   No, neither of us are therapists, nor are we trained psychologists.  We simply wanted a forum.  A place to vent where we could maybe, just maybe, show other fabulous girls that their misery or confusion or disgust or elation is universal - we've all been there.  We're not talking about things here that no one else has experienced or lived through.  You've all done them.  And then spent countless hours dishing about it at brunch, with a glass of wine on someone's couch, or via text to your friend during a conference call that you should be paying attention to.  But we decided to not only continue to talk about this harrowing adventure, but also give it a great big voice - taking it off the couch (or out of the bedroom, even) if you will.  Consider this blog one giant glass of red wine on your friend's couch.

The beautiful and hilarious Stoney is a virgin to the world of adult dating, a newly minted single girl.  In the dating world, she's barely a fetus.  Three months ago, Stoney decided that she'd had enough of her long term relationship.  She had been in it for a loooong time, and now, in her very early 30's, she finds herself with a cozy new house, lots of free time and lots of male attention.  She charmingly assumed that dating was a boilerplate affair, that men and their intentions were very straightforward.  Fail!  She quickly realized that the gym guy is different from the work guy is different from the bar guy is connected to the knee bone.  She is the middle of a shitstorm right now, as you can imagine.

Three years post divorce, Rita, however, is a cynical but hopeful wealth of dating knowledge and experience.  She has fallen and floundered her way through a veritable sea of would-be suitors and lovers. She chews up men and spits them out like a wad of chaw in a seedy biker bar.  She's broken hearts and had hers trampled on, yet bounces back with reckless abandon.  Her fabulousity is trumped only by her witty yet realistic approach to men, dating, fucking, and… HELL, relationships as a whole.  Barely into her 40s, she provides constant tutelage to her wide reaching circle of friends who willingly (and sometimes begrudgingly) accept and embrace Every. Single. Solitary. Drop. Of  her seemingly endless bounty of insight.

So brace yourself, and read us at your own risk.  Or when you can't get one of your girlfriends on the phone.