Last night, I sat with my iPhone out on my bedside table. I was staring at it waiting for the text box to light up. It was an hour before my second (damn) date with Mark*, the best date-asker-outer known to woman. Although Mark had confirmed our date, even told me what time he would text me and offered to pick me up at my place, I couldn’t stop the dark cloud from approaching overhead. Keep reading »
The other night I went on one of the best dates I’ve been on in years. Why? Well, aside from Mark* being sexy, sweet, fun, and considerate, he did something that absolutely knocked my socks off — he took all the hassle out of making plans. God bless this man! Making plans should be easy. But for the past few years of dating, I’ve found it increasingly difficult. Why should it be like pulling teeth? Isn’t dating supposed to be fun? I was starting to think that maybe my expectations were out of line, but Mark restored my faith. He put all those other putzes shame. Mark should travel the world and give seminars about the proper way to ask a girl out on a damn date. But until then, I’ll tell you what he did oh-so-right. Take notes, guys. Keep reading »
I was on the phone with the guy I had gone on a handful of dates with. We were discussing whether or not we would continue “dating.”
“I want to be able to spend the night and I want you to come to my neighborhood once,” I explained.
“I don’t want to have this conversation,” he said with conviction. “This conversation is about compromise. And compromise is a thing that people in relationships do.” Keep reading »
About a month ago I was waiting in line at the grocery store when I spotted a hot guy standing behind me. I made a joke about how slow the line was going. He laughed. I smiled. And off we were. After we had both checked out, he continued to walk with me to the subway. He even offered to carry my bags. When we got to my destination, I shook his hand. “I’m glad we got stuck in line together.” Keep reading »
I was reading this article where a woman claims her good friend came up with what she calls the perfect post-breakup recipe. Her post-breakup regime includes “a prescription for the anti-insomnia medication Ambien, so she could sleep at last, and a five-point recovery plan that included a rigorous exercise program and a few nights of passion with a beautiful stranger.” I recently broke up with a guy that I was dating casually for about six months. I was forced to dump this dude because while I liked so many things about him, he didn’t want a relationship and I did. Plain and simple. It felt like it was the appropriate moment in our relationship — and in my love life — to take a stand against all illegitimate dating situations. I’ve done enough ambiguous dating/hooking up already. I’m going for all or nothing now. Keep reading »
There’s nothing like a good makeout sesh in a forbidden location. Well, sometimes. Over here in NYC there’s not much privacy, so sometimes we have to get creative about where we get it on. Bar bathrooms, taxis, park benches, stairwells, any semi-private nook will do when you’re really hot to trot. After the jump, some makeout tales. Tell us, where have you gotten down and dirty? Keep reading »