When I think of my dating history, I see in my mind’s eye a series of meals, some wonderfully romantic, others not so much. Because dating and dinner are so intertwined in my memory, I bring you, my eight most memorable meals with men. Keep reading »
As a mixed up teenager, wrapping my confused head around the icy truth that life is largely comprised of befuddling disappointment with blips of surprising success, I turned to things like Tarot cards, “auras,” friends who swore they were psychic and astrology to help make sense of it all. By “all,” I mean my love life. Keep reading »
Kim Kardashian’s divorce – after she donned three $25,000 white Vera Wang wedding gowns (at the wedding and on the covers of People and Us Weekly) –might explain why the famous designer announced a new line of ebony wedding dresses. I beat Wang’s hot trend years ago when this bride wore noir. It was the perfect shade for my late night Soho reception where my husband’s dad – a judge – officiated. I also picked the morbid marriage palette before “Sex in the City” actress Sarah Jessica Parker wore black to wed her real groom Matthew Broderick a year after me. Parker later told Harper’s Bazaar she felt like a bad bridal role model, and if she had it to do over, “I would white it up. I’d wear a beautiful, proper wedding dress, like I should have worn that day.” Keep reading »
About seven years ago, when I had just gotten out of two back-to-back, serious relationships, my good friend Sadie* was eager to get me to dip my toe back in the dating pool again. I was 26 years old and single for the first time in many, many years. So, basically, I had no idea what the hell I was doing. I had never really “dated” before.
I’d met my last two boyfriends randomly through friends. I wasn’t looking to meet them, I just did. We got to know each other slowly, there wasn’t any pressure, and I knew they both really cared about me. I thought this was just the way people met; that falling in love was something that happened easily. Looking back, I realize how terribly naive I was.
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