When I first met my husband Noah ten years ago, if you had met me, you would have thought to yourself, “Now here is a smart woman. She’s getting her M.B.A, great job, confident. Here is a woman with tons of self esteem.” And you would have been right. That was all true. Which is why what I am about to tell you is even more shocking.
By our third date, Noah was so taken aback by my big reactions towards his small acts of kindness, that he felt compelled to take me by the hands and say to me, “Christine, I don’t know what is going to happen between the two of us, but regardless, you have to raise your standards for men. You can’t like a man because he is nice to you. He is SUPPOSED to be nice to you!” Keep reading »
My mom has a boyfriend.
For most children of divorce this is nothing new–or perhaps all too common–but for me, this is big. Really big. You see, my mother has been single for most of my life. She has great friends, a close-knit family, and a job she feels passionate about, but she’s never really had a guy in her life since my parents divorced.
A typical Friday for her involves her bathrobe, the couch, our dog, and “The Daily Show” accompanied by the phrase “I like my life just the way it is!” Now, I realize that this sounds like the ideal Friday night for many people, myself included. But, it’s not really about the bathrobe or the TV shows or even the fact that it’s a Friday night. It’s about seeing some variation of this over and over again: My mother, alone. Keep reading »
I was on the subway yesterday, when a guy sitting next to me struck up conversation. He was cute enough and nice enough. I was enjoying our conversation. Across from us, a girl started to cry. Like hysterically weeping. Subway Guy leaned over to me.
“Excuse me,” he said, cutting me off in mid-sentence.
He stood up, fished around in his pocket, and pulled out some napkins. He walked straight over to the crying girl and handed them to her. This perfectly nice stranger became a super hot man in that split second. I was drooling for the rest of our ride together. Too bad he got off the train before I could get his number. But I don’t care, he left a huge impression. After the jump, some more of the little things guys do that impress the crap out of us. Keep reading »
Anna Goldfarb at the blog Shmitten Kitten has an active imagination. This post originally appeared on her blog. Enjoy!
Charlie Sheen is a nutjob so I used his real quotes and imagined we were on a blind date. Enjoy:
Me: Thanks for meeting me here. I’ve heard good things about this place.
Charlie: I’m still alive, which is pretty cool.
Me: Yeah, it is. Janet told me a lot of things about you. Most of it was good. (laughs nervously)
Charlie: I have a 10,000-year-old brain and the boogers of a seven-year-old. Keep reading »
It’s been three years since I’ve uttered the phrase, “This is my boyfriend, __________.” So every time I’ve said it in the past two weeks, as the word ‘boyfriend’ passed through my lips, it felt both totally foreign and completely natural. Even though it’s a word that conjures up images of high school and “Do you like me? Check yes or no” letters, each time I say it, the word makes me feel just a little bit giddy.
I’ve been dating The Young One for six blissful weeks. Keep reading »