Piggybacking from last week’s encouraging column on Embracing Eligibility, this week we explore the wonderful world of sex without commitment. Formerly a taboo topic thought to indicate promiscuity stemming from failed fatherhood, sexual abuse... More »
If being single in New York is a state of mind rather than a status, then I’ve been single since February 2008, which seems a lot longer than it looks on paper. Since then relationships have drifted over me, encompassed me and let me go making me... More »
Bambi and Thumper were twitterpated in the springtime, but contrary to popular belief, I’ve found spring’s entry to summer equals break-up season. Void of wintry snuggle needs, New Yorkers emerge into the sunlight less dressed and feverish.... More »
Shortly after I met him he took a trip to London with his roommate to visit his roommate’s girlfriend where, I later found out, he had a long likely drunken discussion about me. In this discussion he confessed to her that I had broken down the... More »
Last weekend, amidst a cloud of beer haze at a mutual friend’s backyard kegger, Sally’s friend Stan and I got to talking about our matching quarter-life crisis’s, which consist largely of Facebook envy and binge drinking. Then we kissed. Sally... More »
Last week I asked the guy I’m dating where he had his money saved. He isn’t from the U.S., has lived in several different countries, and assuming his funds are heavily foreign-invested, I wondered if he had fared any better than me.... More »
…or not. My friend recently advised that after three months in a relationship, you are either in love or moving on. I furrowed my recently threaded brows and sat down. “Really?” I asked, terrified by the definitive time... More »
Alas the weather has turned. New York’s singlets have swapped denim for dresses, and people are emerging from the woodwork to Saturdays on Sheep’s Meadow and midday roof deck fiestas. Sitting in the coffee shop happily typing away and... More »
Last weekend, with the same pride I feel gripping my python Alfano clutch, I toted my new Latin beau out on the town. After much pleading turned encouragement, my bestie dug up a Rico Suave of her own, and defying all warning, we proceeded to dine... More »
Apparently there are no dog parks in Mexico. I learned this on a recent Sunday afternoon excursion to the Washington Square dog park with my 3-year-old shiba inu and current beau de Monterrey, Mexico. Monterrey, Mexico resembles Houston or San... More »
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