This week, a lawyer gets dumped by her boyfriend, but not before a few more hot hookups: 30, single, New York.

DAY ONE

9:12 a.m. I am awake. I was out until 3 last night, but at least I got about five hours of sleep.

10 a.m. My roommate left coffee in the pot, so I pour a cup and heat it in the microwave. Microwaved coffee is tragic, but I’m a bit hungover and regretting fighting with my boyfriend last night. We met on Bumble and have been together for two years.

We were at a club for his friend’s birthday, and I drank too much and started yelling at him about not proposing to me yet and not moving our relationship along fast enough. I said some mean things in regards to his family (parents are divorced, siblings are all at war) and how he has a fucked-up relationship with love. I think I went below the belt …