Most people have encountered a crazy ex-girlfriend in some form, a being to be pitied and scorned. It was frightening how easy it was to find myself, normally a level-headed, rational woman, turning into one. Keep reading »
Love it, hate it, or feel meh about online dating, if you play the game, you may find yourself in some awkward scenarios you failed to consider. And when I say game, I mean “Magic: The Gathering”. Say for instance, that you meet someone online who just happens to be a blogger. When you go on a date with The Blogger, you reveal your status as the world champion of “Magic.” I suppose you had considered that The Blogger may write about the experience. But not in an completely crappy, privacy-busting way, mentioning your first and last name for all the world wide web to gawk at. My apologies to the man who found himself in this awkward scenario. Just for the record, Jon and I were born in the same town in the same year. I know this because his date also posted his Wikipedia page. Hey, I’ll bet our parents know each other! But I digress. After the jump, some more weird situations you might find yourself in if you dare to date online. Keep reading »
When I was in my late 20s, I had a crush on a guy I worked with. He was tall and preppy, and looked like he’d stepped out of a J. Crew catalog. Every Monday morning I’d skip down the aisle, lean on the wall of his cubicle, and ask him how his weekend was, and he’d tell me about the restaurant he went to or the movie he saw.
He loved music, and I thought I could love him, so I invited him to see my friend and her band rehearse one night. She was an incredible up-and-coming singer who had the same manager as Alicia Keys, and my crush was thrilled to get to go to her rehearsal.
Afterwards, we stopped at his apartment. I took my Joss Stone CD out of my knapsack. “I think you’ll like this,” I said, handing it to him. He put it in his stereo, turned up the music, and turned off the lights.
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Even if you’re not a tech geek or a self-identified nerd, it’s highly possible that you’ve heard about an essay that ran on the blog Gizmodo on Monday (it’s received almost 800K hits as of this writing). In the piece, writer Alyssa Bereznak described how her first attempt at online dating resulted in her going out with a guy who, at first, seemed “normal,” until he revealed that he not only played that admittedly geeky card game Magic the Gathering, but was, in fact, the world champion. In the story, Bereznak also reveals his full name, generally a big time no-no when it comes to writing about personal experiences on the internet. (Although it becomes clear that she almost doesn’t have to give his name, as Jon Finkel — that’s his name — is a legend among the Magic community because of his “world champion” status.) Keep reading »
I’ve long called it the orgasm curse — that thing that happens after great sex with a guy. He immediately goes from an insignificant satellite orbiting your universe to the goddamn sun itself. But why? He didn’t even do anything that impressive. You still find him as annoying as you did an hour ago, but you can’t stop thinking about bearing his children. Logically, you know this is completely nuts, but you can’t seem to stop it.
A new study done at Rutgers University explored what exactly goes on in our bodies during orgasm that makes us insane. Keep reading »
It appears that Jan Brady may have given middle children a bad rep. According to a new book, The Secret Power of Middle Children, they aren’t perpetually complaining about being known at school as Marcia’s younger sister and Cindy’s older sister. No, in fact author Catherine Salmon says there’s rarely “Marcia, Marcia, Marcia” issues at all. Salmon argues that middle children actually have the best place in the birth order, because they are given more leeway than their older siblings and are less coddled than their younger siblings. As a result, Salmon says that middle children tend to develop independence and creativity, plus the diplomacy skills to be leaders in business and politics. In fact, Salmon notes that 52 percent of presidents are middle children. I’m guessing if you’re a middle child, you’ll be all, “Told you so” about this news. And if you were born first or last, or happen to be an only child, you’ll probably roll your eyes a little bit. I think we can all guess where Salmon falls in her family’s birth order. [Newser] Keep reading »