My name is Mischief... Mischief Maker.

Don't laugh. I'm serious. I am a Mischief Maker. Wait really? YES! And it is awesome, try not to be too jealous. Now that we are acquainted Middle Sisters, shall we begin?

I'm writing to share  with you my adventures, my mistakes, my loves, my life. My hope is to excite a sense of mischief and mystery within every Middle Sister and I think you will love me for it  by the end of this first post.

I was on an exceptional date this past weekend with a dude who looked just like Clive Owen, so I thus dubbed him 'Clive Owen kid.' Anyway, Clive picked me up from my apartment and we shimmied down to a swanky restaurant with decor similar to the inside of a genie's bottle. So sexy. Backstory: Clive wants me. Frontstory: I'm in to it... right now.

Even after two hours, our conversation is so intriguing that we're leaning over the table to speak closer to each other. And just as the check comes, I fnish my glass of wine and give him the smile. You know what I mean: THE smile. The 'lets get outta here' smile. I'll spare you the details, but we cab it back to his apartment and the diaologue goes something like this:

Clive: So... do you wanna stay?

Me: Do you have any wine?

Clive: Yes, a Cabernet Sauvignon.

Me: "Ok"

I think, in that moment, it was meant to be. Me and a good Cabernet? I'm drawn to it like a moth to the flame. Touche Clive, touche. And so on and so forth until I jumped in a cab and met my girlfriends for brunch... What happened? I'll never tell :-)

xoxo - M.M.