“She gave a boy in her class my cellphone number. He calls me and says, ‘Hey, Mr. Wahlberg, I’m taking your daughter to the movies.’ I’m like, what? Seven years old! I say at least seven more years. He’s seven too and I’m like, ‘Okay, let me talk to your father.’ So me and the father talk. We take them to the movies. They don’t say a word to each other.”
—Mark Wahlberg tells Jay Leno about how his daughter, Ella Ray, is starting to get interested in boys. I want to note that it takes one ballsy second-grader to ask Marky Mark if he can take out his daughter. Also, Mark revealed that he cried at “Toy Story 3″ and “Tangled.” Awww. [Huffington Post] Keep reading »
Back when I was in a relationship, there were a few things I missed about being a single girl. I had been in a great relationship with myself for two years and for all the pleasures of having a boyfriend, I also missed some parts of my former life. Now that I’m Jessica, Party of One, again, I think it’s time to revisit some of the single girl stuff I have to celebrate… Keep reading »
I recently canceled my OK Cupid account for the millionth time because I was sick of going out on dates with guys who weren’t actually interested in dating. But I’m happy the site exists if only because the data they release is so random and fascinating. For example, the site found that people whose taste buds are titillated by beer are a lot more likely to sleep with someone on the first date. What about wine drinkers? What about wine drinkers?! Oh wait, I know the answer to that question. [OK Cupid] Keep reading »
I love Halloween. Ditto Thanksgiving. I am all about the Fourth of July—bring on the fireworks and hot dogs. I even enjoy a good April Fool’s prank. In fact, there is only one secular holiday that makes me break out into hives: Valentine’s Day.
See, St. Valentine and I have a complex relationship. Keep reading »
Last week, I went on a date. I haven’t been on a date in two years, owing to the relationship I was in that recently ended, and it was the most nerve wracking experience since the first day of high school. I tried on, like, six different outfits. I spent an hour and a half showering and doing my hair and makeup. As I walked to the restaurant where we’d agreed to meet for dinner, I forced myself to take long, deep breaths of the cold February air to calm down. It only kind of worked.
There’s no question my two-year relationship changed me from being the kind of girl who would sleep with two different men in one weekend just to have fun to a “relationship girl.” I feel like my wild oats were thoroughly sown — which is a good thing! — and that I matured a lot in the past few years. After the security, intimacy and love that I had with Ex-Mr. Jessica, I don’t think I could go backwards to being the rowdy girl I was before. At least right now, hopping in and out of bed with different dudes for fun just plain doesn’t interest me.
But I don’t know if I can do the exact opposite, either. The idea of dating someone seriously again, with the intention a relationship, is seriously daunting. Remember, I was dumped only a little over a month ago. Dipping my pinky toe into dating again — albeit briefly — has only shown me it’s too soon: I am still way, way, waaaay too messed up by all the things Ex-Mr. Jessica did to me to do this. Keep reading »