I got an S.O.S call from my friend Sylvia last night. After only three online dates, she was on the brink of insanity. We debriefed about her dates from hell and I had to be the bearer of bad news. “You are picking the wrong guys.”
“How do you know?” she asked, mortified.
“Show me their profiles and I’ll tell you why.” Keep reading »
Dear Taylor Swift,
I heard that you and Jake Gyllenhaal are kapput. I could have called that one from a mile away. I don’t mean to pour salt in that gaping wound, but we all knew it was just a matter of time. US Weekly is reporting that you are “devastated” that Jake kicked you to the curb because he was “uncomfortable with the attention” and “could feel the age difference.” Eh. Whatever. I guess that makes sense. Jake is almost 30 and you are barely of legal drinking age. Keep reading »
When it comes to dating, there are some rules that should not ever be broken. Here are 10 dating commandments — for men! — that should be etched in stone. (Don’t worry — we’ll do 10 for women too … eventually.) Keep reading »
You know how, once in a while, someone asks you your age and your mind goes blank, leaving you sounding like a total idiot tripping over the word, “Uhhhhh…” That’s how I feel about my magic number. Confession: I have no idea how many men I’ve had sex with over the years. I cashed in my v-card at age 16, and for a while kept a mental tally of the guys I had sex with, who were usually of the boyfriend variety. Somewhere in my early twenties, I reached the 10 mark and from there, keeping count just felt kinda wrong. About a year ago, a friend asked about my sex number and I went home determined to do a tally. But after I reached the second guy in the list whose name and identifying characteristics I no longer remembered, I abandoned the endeavor and vowed never to do it again. I know that my magic number is more than 15, and I’d like to say that it’s less than 25. But I’m just not sure anymore. Keep reading »