I was recently informed that I am mature enough to have a civil conversation with someone I no longer wish to date regardless of whether or not I was exclusively dating them. “The non-boyfriend break-up? The awkward “we were never really... More »
For years, my friend and her sweet, caring, funny boyfriend tried to make their sexual relationship work. A stellar couple in every other regard, something was amiss between the sheets. Despite efforts ranging from long discussions to creative... More »
My expat beau was leaving on business the next morning, and struggling to tie up loose ends, before we were expected at the third of our charity circuit trifecta when he sent a panicky text. “So pissed. Left iPod at Max’s.” Max,... More »
Forget the traditional meaning of double dating. This is New York, not Nashville; and for Gotham girls double dating means you have back to back dates. Tight travel schedules, strict deadlines and a packed September social schedule have made double... More »
When my Sunday night date called and asked me if we could make it 5:30, my heart started to race. I looked up the sunset: 7:12p.m. Totally willing to sacrifice an hour and forty-two minutes of looking slightly ridiculous for a fabulous second date... More »
“Then I looked over at him and was like, this dude is a huge flip flopper. Whatever I say he will change his former opinion on said topic and agree with me. He has no convictions. I hate him,” said my friend to me one dreary afternoon... More »
As a general Facebook rule I defriend boyfriends post break-up at least until I feel free of any urge to stalk. Call it what you will – lack of self-control, masochism, psychotic behavior, extended obsession, self-destructive – but fresh... More »
I’m no a mom, and I’m not planning to become a mom any time soon. Recently though, I have been both spending a lot of time with my own mom and watching some of my friends transition into motherhood. Aside from the crying, diapers,... More »
Most of my readers know that a while back I was dating an hombre Mexicano. I wrote about him ad naseum, and despite a couple short comings (pun intended) known to turn me off in other circumstances, I learned to embrace because I just liked him so... More »
Stressed from moving and unable to handle anything additional on my plate, I cringed when I saw a semi-recent ex’s name pop up on my cell phone. “What could HE want?” I negatively wondered aloud and answered the phone with and... More »
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