I just went to this guy's website—driven by curiosity, not interest in the offer—and I'm having a tough time believing that he's for real. Here are a few of the things that he shares about himself....

Even at my fittest, I wouldn't have had the confidence to wear the style that Jenna finishes with ... but I was never a model either ... and she does nicely point out that there are many styles and lengths to choose from. I love-love-love the DIY columns. I'm tempted to try some of this myself. Almost, anyway. I…

I like it, at the end, when she argues that she's not a crazy person because she's very well-educated. Crazy and education don't mix? Yeah, right.

I didn't go to prom. I was asked. I said no and didn't think about it again. It just wasn't my thing.

Thank you! Those 3D scans are scary! I had my twelve-week scan two weeks ago. I still can't get the alien face out of my head. And not in a good way! Who posts that as a profile picture?

I love this dress.

I know some very liberal and open-minded people who went to BYU ... but I do agree with you. The school doesn't hide its rules or what it stands for. This guy knew where he was going. It's private, religion-owned school. It has very strict, very religious rules. Shoot, you have to have a recommendation from a…

I thought Lisbeth was actually very vulnerable. She was a total bad ass too, don't get me wrong—-but that contrast of vulnerability and hardness was one of the things that made her interesting to me. I'm meh about the poster, but I think you could argue that they are trying to show both sides of her. She used sex,…

I kind of get it, actually...I can read horror, blood, and guts a lot more easily than I can watch it.

I'm still pretty early in my pregnancy, but when I saw the doctor in my four-inch wedges yesterday, I got a nice little lecture—it was more about hurting myself than hurting the baby, though.

I'm just over 11 weeks and we haven't told anyone yet. I almost feel like a liar part of time ... especially when friends ask why I've given up Diet Coke or if I want to go to the bar after work or whatever. We're giving it two more weeks and then we'll have to figure out how to start telling people. So ... I don't…

Pumpkin caramel confection. I'm dying. I want to crash her wedding just for the cake. Where is it?

I feel the same. It's mildly uncomfortable and then it's over and I don't have to wait three years to find out what my results are.

You know, as a pregnant woman who hasn't even taken a single belly picture yet, I can't see myself doing this ... but I think it's kind of cool. Where do they keep them, though?

I once came back to the laundry room just in time to catch a woman walking out with a basket full of my pants. When I called her on it, she pretended to be surprised and said she thought they were hers. I asked why, then, did she leave everything else in the dryer and turn it back on again? No response. Funny…

I always wanted a house with a dumbwaiter too!

Shoot, I can't judge. There are days that I would ride in the stroller if I could. Come on, someone please, push me too!!

I bought one as a joke for my sister last year. My sister is super-athletic and I didn't think she would take it seriously at all, but she said it's great. The few times I tried it, I just laughed.

How about flowers instead of a ring? She could be holding an armful of roses?

Maybe people shouldn't attempt to joke when they're in pain, but they do.