At last, official, research-based proof that men are more forgetful than women! I think it’s safe to venture that anyone among us who has lived with a man at some point in their lives is hardly surprised. Next time he forgets to pick the milk on the way home or leaves his keys at work by accident, take pity. It’s not his fault that you have a better memory than he does — it’s science! Keep reading »
I walked into a posh, new restaurant in Alphabet City and asked a guy in a black suit (amidst other guys in ratty chinos and un-tucked oxford shirts) about my reservation. Like a gentleman, he laughed and explained in a sexy Aussie accent that he wore a suit because he was a sharp dresser, not because he was a host at this restaurant. Blushing cheeks, a good laugh and I had Jack’s phone number.
Jack the Australian had cool, blue eyes and black hair, and if I need to say more than that, I can. He was an air traffic controller. An extra cool, rom-com worthy job. He quickly racked up bonus points; funny in a dorky way, up for anything, including flea markets and whiffle ball, and actually used dish soap. He even had a continual Scrabble game going with his elderly neighbor. Keep reading »
Tinder user, Kthnxbye, was swiping through potential matches on Tinder when she came across this picture of a naked man riding a unicorn. Sure, 32-year-old Mateo may not have been the unicorn that Kthnxbye was looking for, but at least he knows how to use Photoshop. Also, he doesn’t seem to take himself too seriously. A quality that should never be overlooked when it comes to dating. Unicorns may not be your style, but you can always play around with other photo concepts. Go wild! Your face in the center of a pizza! You cleaning your bathroom! You cuddling a baby sloth! Hey, whatever gets people to stop (even if for the wrong reasons) instead of swiping. There’s a lot of competition out there. [Metro UK]
Let’s be honest… that awkward moment when we find out our ex is dating someone new is usually pretty unpleasant. And for some, it triggers an immediate response in the brain, causing us to stop thinking completely and walk over to the computer to Google the new guy or girl who took our place. And then, kind of like my addiction to potato chips (it has to be a real thing), some people are unable to stop stalking, becoming obsessed with their “replacements.” Before you know it, you’ve created a fake profile on Facebook so you can “friend” him or her inconspicuously, while learning everything about them, including their constant need to post selfies of food and how often they groom their pet Chow-Chow, Beanie. Keep reading »
There’s no worse feeling than not knowing. And after Patrick Bateman’s web of lies (which, let’s be honest, will probably haunt me for the rest of my life), I feel the need for constant relationship reassurance. I hate the unanswered questions, and I hate the unknown. Officer Handsoming and I are currently in that unknown, and I don’t like it one bit.
Allow me to set the scene: My friends and I were drinking champagne and decided to go dancing. Despite the fact that I’d already reached my desired level of buzzedness, I gladly accepted the shots of Fireball that the bartender bestowed upon us, even though I knew I’d regret it in the morning. While we were throwing back our whiskey, my chatty girlfriend made nice with a group of guys standing next to us, who were also enjoying some drinks on the house.
“Hi there,” a Leonardo DiCaprio look-a-like said to me, shaking my hand. I shook his hand back, and walked away to check my phone and text Officer Handsoming, who happened to be working an overnight shift. Keep reading »
I recognized her immediately: the soft, brown golden retriever-like eyes that turned down at the corners, the blonde, slightly over-processed hair and tan skin with a smattering of freckles that betrayed her Southern sorority girl roots despite her New York fashion girl get-up.
It was 2010 and I was working behind the cheese counter at a shop in the Chelsea Market. And she was … well, obviously doing well enough to spend $30 a pound on farmstead cheese. As I stumbled to weigh out her dainty wedge of artisan sheep’s milk, flustered and flushed, I felt a strange surge of vindication that twisted and wrapped around a twin, slightly nauseating feeling of anxious jealousy like some cruel double helix.
We had never met in person but I could have spotted her a mile away. And here she was, smiling obliviously at me across the refrigerated case as I swaddled her Manchego in butcher paper. Her credit card confirmed the name I had come to know and agonize over for months upon months of my life. She was The Ex. Keep reading »
It happens to everyone, eventually. You’re out with your friend and her new man, sitting across the table from them like a little girl out to dinner with your parents. The guy she’s seeing is nice enough, always kind to your friend, and pleasant to you, but you can’t help but shake a feeling of deep-rooted dislike. Her new man is nice, he’s kind, he’s always polite, but you don’t find yourself clicking. No matter, you tell yourself. I’m not the one dating him, she is. Who says I have to like him? Keep reading »
Ahh, new relationships. We’ve all been there— the birds chirp louder, the sky looks bluer and it feels like life just took a shot of Red Bull. During the first month or two, dates tend to go something like this: He takes you to dinner, heads back to your place where you have hot, still-getting-to-know-you sex before he dozes off watching “New Girl” (even though he would have preferred “Wolverine”), but once he wakes at 2 a.m. and decides to go home, your mind is running rampant with a billion questions about the status of your “situation” before he’s even out the door. And during any and all time away from him, you can’t help but wonder what’s going on in his head. Sound familiar? Of course it does.
These 40 questions have mindfucked women in new relationships for generations… Keep reading »
Maybe I should be over this by age 35, when the vast majority of my peers are on the procreation train and it’s just something I should be expecting, but I still feel a twinge of, I don’t even know what to call the feeling, when I discover that a guy I used to date has gone and made a baby. It’s not quite wistfulness or jealousy — but it’s certainly unsettling.
The other day I was scrolling through Instagram when I discovered that I guy I dated briefly a bunch of years ago was a parent. He posted a picture of his wife (?) and his 9-month-old daughter(!?), who looked eerily like his much younger, female twin (like, she had the same haircut as him…it was weird). His hashtag: #neverdreamedthisdaywouldcome. “Damn right, you didn’t,” I replied to my iPhone screen, enlarging the picture to get a closer look. Below, the range of reactions you can expect to go through when you find yourself in this situation… Keep reading »
When I was in my early 30s, I started examining the data: Many years of unrequited crushes, mediocre dates and jittery mini-relationships that started off great but soured fast. I just seemed to suck at love.
I figured it must be me—after all, plenty of other women managed to find guys who they happily took to their parents’ houses and spent Sundays reading the paper with. So what was my problem?
As a journalist who frequently reported stories about relationships and personal growth, I interviewed a lot of experts, who had many theories about why some people have a hard time finding romantic partners. I studied their advice and began an ambitious self-renovation project so that I too could find love. My task list included the following: Keep reading »