“In a way, yes. After my divorce, someone said to me, ‘Finding love is not as hard as picking the right person to spend the rest of your life with.’ It was Paul Lieberstein, the executive producer of The Office; he also plays Toby on the show. I held on to that advice when I was searching. I’d start to fall for someone and think, But that’s not a good match. The fluttery feelings aren’t enough. When I was younger, I thought you married the person you fell in love with the most. But as [my ex-husband and I] learned what we wanted, I realized there was a whole other set of criteria. You have to ask, Do we have the same goals?”
– Jenna Fischer (“The Office”) on how her perception of “The One” changed after her divorce in the new issue of Redbook. She’s now remarried. What do you think — is finding “The One” (if such a thing exists — I think we have a few “Ones” in our lives) about so much more than just falling in love? [Just Jared] Keep reading »
Oof. What was the person behind designer Kenneth Cole’s Twitter account thinking with this one? A couple hours later, that tweet was followed up with this: “we weren’t intending to make light of a serious situation. We understand the sensitivity of this historic moment.” Yeah, you were just hoping to make money by using a joke about the situation as a lead in for posting a link to your online shop. Klassy! [The Gloss] Keep reading »
Yesterday I was idly reading the comments on one of my posts on The Frisky when a partner link caught my eye: “7 Things You Shouldn’t Tell Your Boyfriend.” Shouldn’t tell your boyfriend? I thought. I always told my boyfriend everything. Like, EVERYTHING. He knew about my bouts with depression. He knew about my brother’s struggles with drug addiction and alcoholism. He knew about how much I owe in student loans. He knew about my spanking fetish. He knew about my desire for dominant/submissive sex. He knew about the May-December romance I had with a 37-year-old man when I was 22. He knew when I farted and burped and had the flu. He knew what I looked like in sweatpants, in no makeup, and in sweatpants and no makeup. During the two years that we dated, he was my best friend Why wouldn’t he know these things?
Then a light went off in my head. I picked up my cell phone and dialed Amelia. “Do you think the reason our relationships didn’t work out is because our partners were our best friends first, instead of our lovers?” I asked. “Do you think we didn’t keep the romance alive?” Keep reading »
Just as her divorce from Tony Parker is finalized, Eva Longoria has been spotted out and about several times with a new dude, who happens to be very easy on the eyes—Eduardo Cruz. The two were seen together outside Eva’s house on Christmas Eve. Then on Wednesday, the two were spotted at Cafe Was, watching flamenco group Sir Sultry. “Eva and Eduardo seemed to have a good time together,” a source said. “They were flirty, and held hands for a brief moment during the performance.” [Just Jared, People]
So who is this guy that Eva is maybe dating? Well, for starters, he is Penelope Cruz‘s younger brother. More after the jump. Keep reading »
Now that Cedric Martinez, the freeloading gaygolo from “The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills” has been excommunicated from Lisa Vanderpump’s circle of trust (and her mansion), he needs a new mother figure (and a place to live). Enter Brandi Glanville, Eddie Cibrian’s ex. “He’s my gay best friend! I’ve known him for 16 years. We modeled together back in Milan and Paris and London back in the day. My boys love him. He’s going to be my manny for two days a week,” she said. He doesn’t seem like manny material to me, but as long as the boys love him. Cedric should be moving into Brandi’s house any day now. [Celebitchy] Keep reading »
“Do you love her?” I finally asked my ex in the midst of our screaming match last late night. He paused for a minute. I could hear him breathing deeply over the phone line, slow and steady—he could have been at a yoga studio, contorted and wearing orange spandex, or practicing Lamaze breathing for the birth of his first child. Instead, he was verbally (and angrily) tracing the end of our relationship. The truth of his new relationship had been so obscured in various manipulations, that despite approaching a year of us not dating I really had no idea where “they” were.
“Yes,” he said, and my heart grew very still. Somewhere after he listed the third or fourth reason why she was better than me, I interrupted, “Stop. Just. Stop. I can’t do this with you anymore.” I hung up the phone, curled up in bed, and went to sleep. Keep reading »