I met Donny* for a drink at 6 p.m. on a Sunday. When I walked into the deserted restaurant, soaked from the downpour outside, I didn’t know he was destined to become the pettiest, stingiest and most pitiable man I’ve ever gone out with. Keep reading »
It’s time again for “Dear Wendy Updates,” a feature where people I’ve given advice to in the past let us know whether they followed the advice and how they’re doing today. After the jump, we hear from “Excited But Lost,” who we first heard from last August when she was eager to start dating after being diagnosed bipolar a year and a half earlier and working on managing her disorder and getting her life on track. She updated us with some not-so-good news in November, but has a new update for us now with much better news, after the jump. 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 »
In a relationship and looking to inject a little extra oomph in the romance department? Before we can dole out the advice in our Couple Time section (sponsored by “Romantication” at the Royal Palms Resort and Spa in Phoenix, Arizona), we’ve got to narrow down what type of couple you are first. Take our quiz to find out whether you and your boo are “Strangers in the Night,” “A Rollercoaster Ride,” “Married … With Children,” “Comfy Cohabitators,” or “Everything Is Magic.” (If it’s the latter, we’ll try not to hate you.) Click here to take the quiz! Keep reading »
I visited the Apple store last night to purchase a new MacBook Pro. My computer is lovely and bringing much joy to my life, as I knew it would. What I didn’t know was that the Apple store is an untapped Mecca for single women. How come no one told me sooner? Keep reading »
Two months ago, I packed up my life into all the suitcases and storage boxes I could find. My kitchen supplies went in storage. A Reiss cocktail dress I’d bought to wear for my own engagement party at some unforeseen date went to my sister’s. My books are still piles up in my parents’ living room. I left baby photos of Ex-Mr. Jessica, given to me by his grandma back when he referred to me as “the one,” behind in our old bedroom along with my housekey.
Moving out of the apartment I shared with my ex-boyfriend was worse than the breakup. He made the breakup easy on me, in a way, by treating me badly. I felt hurt about being dumped, of course, but mostly I felt angry: I didn’t deserve to be dumped so suddenly, to have another woman waiting in the wings, to basically have been kicked out of my home, and to have my possessions threatened. I still feel blood-pumping anger about all that. Moving out felt so final and being forced to do it against my will totally sucked.
I’ve spent a lot of time on my own these past two months. I’ve done a lot of thinking and hurting and growing. I feel ready — or mostly ready — to leave my parents’ house in Connecticut where I’ve been staying and move back out on my own again. A single woman. A city girl again. Sigh. It turns out moving out on my own again is hard, too. Keep reading »