The first time I met my now-close friend Gina, she was rhapsodizing about her awesome boyfriend, Eugene. After a few minutes, I realized I’d already met him. But he wasn’t the sweetheart she was describing.
I was familiar with Eugene because the weekend before he had propositioned me in a particularly crude manner. I realized I had two choices: tell her what kind of loathsome dirtbag she was dating or keep my mouth shut in the hopes that she’d someday figure it out on her own.
I went with Option A. I told Gina that she could do much better than that jerk and blurted out the whole tacky tale. She was understandably upset, but appreciated my candor. I was lucky—she dumped him, but kept me as a friend. Keep reading »
“Some women are just happier in a relationship.”
As my shrink said this, my jaw dropped to the floor. Did she really just say that? The woman who had feminist literature on her bookshelf and never failed to induce a pep rally of self-empowerment at the end of each session?
We were, of course, discussing (OK fine, I was complaining) about my lack of a boyfriend, and inability to get over some of the ones I did have. For me, I surmised from my psychotherapy high horse, the issue was about loneliness and, therefore, about some childhood father complex. I thought I sounded smart; it seemed like something my psychiatrist would say herself. Keep reading »
I’m not going to lie. I was pretty excited about last night’s premiere episode of “More to Love.” At 6’1″, I’m a big girl no matter how much I weigh. Here was a show dedicated to the plight of all of us larger-sized folk wandering the earth, looking for someone who will say the magic words: “You are big, and that is awesome.”
The premise of “More to Love” is simple. It’s like “The Bachelor,” only people have taken to calling it “The Fatchelor,” because this time around, the dude looking for love is 26-year-old, 6’3″, 330-pound Luke Conley. And he’s not looking for a skinny bitch. He’s looking for a woman who’s “curvy.” Keep reading »
We’re not going to lie. A man boasting abs chiseled to perfection and biceps that pop just enough when flexed (without shredding shirts He-Man style) will no-doubt turn our heads. And even if caught mid check-him-out glance, we’re not about to look away. Fit, toned bodies are the result of hard work and dedication to a healthy lifestyle. We certainly pay homage to that. But for a man to achieve a skyrocketing score on the sexiness scale there’s got to be more to him than physical assets. Throw in these seven traits and he’s guaranteed irresistible. Keep reading »
In Episode 2 of “MERRIMe.com,” Merri continues on her date with James O’Ryan. But she ends up questioning if love actually exists online. Sigh. We’ve been there, girlfriend. [MERRIme.com] Keep reading »
Some ideas are better left for bad romantic comedies. I seriously laughed out loud when I stumbled upon WingGirlMethod.com. At first I thought it was one of those genius “ironically comic” websites, but to my horror it was not. The mission of the “Wing Girls,” so eloquently stated on their website, is to “become your female friend and give you that female perspective you have been missing. Our mission is to help the great men of the world gain the skills and the tools needed to increase their options to attract and to keep the women that they want. Become our friend and learn secrets only a woman would know about women.” They offer personal coaching sessions, seminars (like an upcoming one, “Avoiding the Friend Zone”), videos, and even a blog on picking up the ladies. In other words, they’re total traitors. Keep reading »
Welcome to the first episode of “MERRIme.com,” a new web comedy starring Kaily Smith, about trust fund baby Merrideth Weisman’s headfirst plunge into the deep end of the online dating pool. In Episode 1, Mr. Weisman threatens to cut Merri off. Her friends, MAC and Jess, try to console her and themselves. Merri goes on her first online date, and to her surprise, DoogieDoc20 is not who she expected. [MERRIme.com] Keep reading »
Starting today at noon EST, The Frisky will be debuting the first episode of “MERRIme.com,” a new web comedy. Until then, watch the show’s trailer and get psyched. “MERRIme.com” stars Kaily Smith and features appearances by Tom Arnold, “90210″‘s Ryan Eggold, and “Arrested Development”‘s Tony Hale, amongst others. This hilarious web series is about trust fund baby Merrideth Weisman, for whom everything seems perfect: She has the perfect friends, perfect house, perfect Black American Express Card. Life is too good to be true. However, matters take a turn for the worst when Merri discovers her perfect fiance is a “Cheating, Scumbag, Bastard!” After a broken engagement and her father’s ultimatum to find a job, Merri realizes that the key to her survival is not a career, but a man. DUH. And so, the race to the altar begins as she is forced to plunge headfirst into the deep end of the dating pool … the ONLINE dating pool, that is. Soon, Merri is cast into a world wide web of men only to experience the ups and downs of cyber love in the 21st century! [MERRIme.com: A New Web Comedy] Keep reading »
Few things are more entertaining than bad date stories. Who wants to hear about hearts and flowers when flatulence and festering sores are so much more fun? Which is why when my friend Sal wanted to share what she assured me were horror stories about her recent attempts at online dating, I was ecstatic – joke material!
As I slid onto the bar stool next to her, I noticed she looked a little down. I immediately felt guilty about my initial excitement. Hmm. “What happened?” I asked.
“Nothing really,” she shrugged. It seems she’d met up with two different men and both were just meh. “I had nothing in common with either,” she complained.
“And?” I inquired.
She shot me a look. “And what?” she answered. “They were both really boring.”
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I heart words and communication. This includes emails, text messages, Gchat, Blackberry Messenger, iChat — the works. I am a sucker for a well-crafted email or a witty text message. My motto: The way to my heart is through my brain. That’s why I thought Joe could be Mr. Perfect for me. Joe and I met one night at a work gala. I had already put away an entire bottle of wine when I almost knocked him over on the dance floor.
“Do you like to dance, beautiful girl who almost stepped on my foot?” he asked.
“Only when I’m drunk. When I’m sober, I dance like Elaine from ‘Seinfeld.’” I replied.
It was a rainy October night and Joe offered to escort me to the subway when the event ended, impressed that I could: a.) still walk and b.) do it in 3-inch heels. “Email me,” I slurred, handing him my business card, “I loooove emails.”
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