In the month they’ve been rumored to be dating, Jake Gyllenhaal and Taylor Swift have already settled into a pretty blah routine. At first, their courtship had a zip of excitement with a spotting backstage at “Saturday Night Live” and a jaunt to London. But now, the two are clocking a whole lot of time in coffee shops. Which makes some sense because, well, Taylor is only 20 and can’t go anywhere that requires carding. But still, borrrrring.
After the jump, a timeline of how Jake and Taylor fell into their caffeinated rut. Keep reading »
It’s time again for “Dear Wendy Updates,” a feature where people I’ve given advice to in the past let us know whether they followed the advice and how they’re doing today. After the jump, we hear from “Untouchable,” a guy who was trying to pick up the pieces and figure out went wrong with a recent ex who refused to touch him during the several years they were together. “Was she just not ready for a relationship?” he asked. “Was I a rather lengthy trial run or safety boyfriend?” After the jump, find out how he’s doing today and whether he ever got the answers he wanted. Keep reading »
As I leaned forward and sent my 10-pound ball careening down the center of the lane, I could feel Blondie staring at my butt. Normally, this is a thing I love, but tonight, all I felt was supremely uncomfortable. The pins flew in the air in a jumble, but it was hard to be too excited about the strike. I was on a bad date. And not the kind of bad date where both of you recognize the badness and mutually agree to get out of there as quickly as possible with no hard feelings. It was the kind of date where, while I was repulsed, he was feeling it. Keep reading »
For most of my 15-year dating career, I went for Fledglings, Makeshift Men, pre-release beta tests of the fully formed adult male. Like Rusty, the dread-locked guitarist with groupies to spare whom I followed to various smoky, sticky-floored venues in college, hoping he’d recognize me from anthropology class. Guys whose giant charisma, outsider cool or longer-than-purely-business hair stoked my sense of adventure and ate my own — often annoying — level of maturity for breakfast.
I was drawn to men who were nothing like the soft-spoken, principled and straight-laced person who had been the dominant male presence in my life so far: my retired CPA father. Keep reading »