You guys, I’m so glad you liked my first installment of relationship advice! That’s good, because I have a buttload more advice to share. Basically, even though I am generally a wreck and mess up on the daily, I hope you find these words of wisdom helpful. And don’t forget to share your favorite advice in the comments! Keep reading »
Last night, I did something I thought I’d never do again, especially not on a random Monday evening: I reactivated my online dating profile.
I looked at the description of myself I wrote the last time I was single. I looked at the photos that I had thought best represented myself. I checked my months-old messages. I read the new messages that came in as my account had been re-activiated again. And all the while I thought, Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, what are you doing?
This morning, I deactivated it again. You see, I think I had just wanted instant gratification. Keep reading »
Breaking up is HARD to do. There’s no doubt about it. It sucks to be the one who gets dumped and it sucks to be the one who does the dumping. No fun for anyone.
But breakups are also a fact of life. The more you learn about yourself, the more you’ll be able to see when things aren’t going to work out and take the necessary steps to go your separate ways. It isn’t pretty, but it doesn’t have to feel like your whole world is falling apart. You don’t need to do something drastic to end a relationship that isn’t right. Here are some tips for breaking up with your partner without causing a massive blow-up. Hopefully. Read more…
The title of this post is somewhat of a misnomer because the South Carolina woman who discovered her ex-boyfriend had been living in her attic had already broken up with him 12 years ago. So maybe it would be more accurate to have titled it “You’re Getting Evicted From My Crawlspace”? Keep reading »
I woke up last Sunday morning — well, I don’t know that I was truly awake, but at least I wasn’t in bed any more — and stumbled to the kitchen for a giant glass of water with which to defuzz my thoroughly whiskey-fied mouth. In my hangover haze, I glanced across the living room to the coffee table, which held two empty glasses and a piece of old mail with my late-night scrawl on the back. It was a playlist.
We’d started with Darius Rucker’s new single, “True Believers,” because Patrick and I are true believers in pop country music. Now we are, anyways — I used to have more than a little detached irony mixed in with my Kenny Chesney appreciation, but that’s long since disappeared over the years of my relationship with Patrick, whose genuine love for the genre is both charming and contagious.
It’s becoming something of a tradition for the two of us: we spend a Saturday evening hanging out at the bar with a group of Austin feminists and allies that meet monthly to shore up our belief in the world being a livable place, and then we come home, drink whiskey on the rocks and watch music videos for hours. We sing along. We dance with each other. We trade stories about where we were when this or that song was popular. We debate the musical merits of the Zack Brown Band as musical successor to Jimmy Buffet. Keep reading »