“I know what you want and I just can’t give it to you.” My boyfriend of seven months, Jonathan*, started to cry before I could ask any questions. For some reason seeing a man cry immobilizes me. I don’t know what to do. I decided to comfort him. I put my arms around him, squeezing into my tiny love seat to sit next to him. I took his pizza slice and put it in the kitchen. I got him a box of Kleenex. Keep reading »
I have a fair number of female friends, and sometimes dating is hard as a result. I’m not Casanova — I write on the internet for a living, for Christ’s sake — but my girlfriends often get jealous of my girl-gendered friends. They think that if I’m hanging out with a female friend, I’m probably having sex with them. If I were having sex on the side, this article would be titled something like “How To Tell If Your Ugly Boyfriend Has Somehow Figured Out How To Sleep With More Than One Person.” Unfortunately, my motives are as pure as they come. I’m trying to get my girlfriend to stop bothering me. Keep reading »
I’ll be frank: not having a close group of girl friends makes me feel like a failure.
Sometimes not having a close group of friends makes me feel like a failure, but mostly it’s not having a posse of girlfriends, six or eight women to flank me in salmon bridesmaids gowns, that makes me feel like I’ve done something wrong. Aren’t I supposed to have women with whom to start a book club, a knitting circle? Isn’t there supposed to be a core group to call upon for appletinis in our most satin-y, shiniest clothes? Aren’t we supposed to rehash Saturday night’s antics over Sunday brunch? Groups of friends aren’t just reflected back everywhere at me in pop culture — The Babysitters Club, “90210,” “Gossip Girl,” “Sex & The City” — but in the lives of other women I know as well. But my life just doesn’t, and hasn’t ever, looked like that. Keep reading »
My mom always said that there are three kinds of friends in this world: friends for a reason, friends for a season or friends for life. (My mom loves rhyming advice.)
Lately, in the age of 500-plus Facebook friends, it’s a question everyone seems to be asking: Is real friendship dying? Which relationships really matter? And is it better to have one BFF — or an army of acquaintances? Read more … Keep reading »