I met Elliot* at a restaurant. I was sitting at a table having dinner with a friend when I saw him sipping a bourbon at the bar. My palms got a little clammy, my jaw dropped slightly, and I may have even audibly gasped. “Hottest. Dude. Ever,” I announced to my friend. My mouth started to salivate. He was dreamy.
“Where?” my friend asked.
“There. At the bar,” I said. “The one with the facial hair and the scarf around his neck. The one who is obviously the sexiest guy this place has ever seen.” He was good-looking in the way that would make even the most poised woman act like a horny teenage boy, stopping to do a double and triple take and choke back a catcall. Keep reading »
Nobody likes to get stood up! But it does happen. And if you date long enough, it’s bound to happen. It’s so embarrassing. You get left at a restaurant, the dude never shows, the man of your dreams just doesn’t call. No matter what the situation is, here are the five stages of dealing with a dating no-show. Keep reading »
He’s phenomenal … he’s really romantic. He’s not even in town and I got in my car and there are flowers everywhere! And for my birthday, same thing … like, flowers everywhere. I was almost embarrassed. You walk in and you’re like, ‘Is this my room? I don’t even know.’ I’m kind of embarrassed.”
—Julianne Hough gushing about BF Ryan Seacrest on “Ellen.” Nothing to be embarrassed about, Julianne—sounds like you just landed an awesome dude. Although, I might be slightly embarrassed too if Ryan were my boyfriend. But I suppose the flowers may help me get over it. [Celebitchy] Keep reading »
“Your allure is at an all-time high,” my horoscope told me Thursday morning. “Be bold. No one will be able to resist you this week and daring actions will be rewarded.”
The words echoed through my head all the day. As I dug through my closet to pick what to wear, I felt compelled to select a va-va-voom pencil skirt and ’50s-style top. At work, I finally eked up the courage to have a meeting with my boss that I’d been wanting to have for weeks. And later that night, as I walked into my apartment building, I didn’t feel quite ready to call it a night. I took out my phone and dialed Tall Guy, someone I dated over the summer. We hadn’t hung out in ages, but had exchanged emails a few days before. Keep reading »
What’s healthier: Still bringing up your ex five-hundred moons after you broke up with him, or, say, doing a search for his name on Flickr and gaining access to his latest photo uploads in the privacy of your own apartment and/or cube?
Am I less insane for airing the fact that I can’t get over a girl I haven’t seen in the flesh since “Frasier” was on, or am I more mentally robust if I stay mum on her hold over me while examining the Facebook page of everyone we ever mutually knew to see if she’s posted anything on their walls or was in any of their photo albums?
These are all trick questions. The real sign of sanity is … Read more. Keep reading »