Alyssa Shelasky, author of ‘It Could Be Too Personal’, became a single mom by choice, then found love on Tinder

As editor of New York magazine’s Sex Diaries and a former dating columnist at Charm, Alyssa Shelasky has covered love and all its flaws. She inspired comparisons to Bridget Jones and Carrie Bradshaw, and her first book, Anxiety Aprondocumented her romance with Excellent chef starring Spike Mendelsohn. (Shelasky, then a People staff member, nailed their first date by faking an interview with him.)

The greatest love story Shelasky has ever told, however, comes in her new memoir, It might be too personal, in which she writes with characteristic honesty that she became a single mother to her daughter, Hazel, via an anonymous sperm donor. A Heartfelt Chapter is a love letter to the donor, a man Shelasky calls Vince Vaughn (the celebrity named as his look-alike by California Cryobank). “Of all the men I’ve trusted so far,” Shelasky writes, “you’re the only one who’s never let me down.”

Despite three past engagements (and a heated romance with her dentist), Shelasky ultimately evaded the pitfalls of marriage. It might be too personal opens with her stumbling in strappy heels and falling, bloodied, on the sidewalk after fleeing a wedding she attended with her ex-fiancé; just the day before she had canceled theirs wedding, seduced by the “warmth and sting” of her new role as a party reporter for We Weekly (Incidentally, she stumbles upon one of her major celebrity crushes — no spoilers — after getting back on her feet and looking for an ATM). Yet she would later find love at an unlikely time and place, while browsing Tinder and breastfeeding six-month-old Hazel. (She and her partner, Sam, now share Hazel, 7, and a son, River, 2.)

vogue spoke with Shelasky about her journey to single motherhood by choice, an important encounter with Sarah Jessica Parker, and why she’s still adamantly anti-marriage.

vogue: I read your book voraciously in one day and also sent it to my sister-in-law, who is a new single mother by choice. You write about having coffee with a really cool woman who once had a baby on her own while you were still thinking about it. Did she kind of give you permission?

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