Much has been said about New Years Eve. Some of you completely fucking hate it. I’ve been there—at a bar with an exorbitant cover in frigid Chicago with zero eligible bachelors in sight. My entrance into 2018 was NOT A GREAT ONE, except for when the girl shoving her way past me in the coat check line said I was pretty. The power of a well-timed compliment!! Others relish the excitement—the thrill of a new outfit, a surprise suitor at midnight, endless possibilities for how the night will unfold alongside your favorite people and some very good looking strangers. I’ve been there too!