I was at brunch with my girlfriends this past weekend when we spotted a beautiful, newly-in-love couple. They were sitting across from each other holding hands and staring adoringly into each other’s eyes. He leaned over and whispered something into her ear … she giggled and scooted closer. His hands started wandering … she tilted her face in; before we could swallow our Eggs Benedict, they were swapping saliva and grabbing each other’s unmentionables. I felt like I was watching a particularly graphic and bloody open-heart surgery on “Grey’s Anatomy.” Keep reading »
When Courteney Cox is banking her post-”Friends” career on a show titled “Cougar Town,” you know the trend of older women dating younger men has reached its tipping point. The term cougar isn’t just a punchline anymore. And why should it be? As Demi Moore might say, “what’s wrong with women asserting their sexual needs and romantic desires with younger partners?” Keep reading »
I have one dating rule: if you don’t kiss by the second date, you’re just friends.
Problem is, this will not be applicable in Paris because the French have no dating rules. And not “no rules” in that oh come on, everyone knows you can’t call him way. We’re talking “no rules” in that no one in Paris dates; therefore, no one knows how to date. It’s true—there is no word for “dating” in French. They don’t even employ the English word with an accent like they do for “business” or “cool.”
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Sept. 14 marks the year anniversary of my ex deciding to take a break from our relationship. (Which means it’s also the one year anniversary of his relationship with his subordinate! Congrats, you two!) Can you believe I’ve been writing about this s**t for a year? Even though it feels like it went by in the blink of an eye, I also realize it took a while to realize how much better off I am; there were definitely times where I felt like I would never feel happy again.The thing is, I remember so many details about that day. First I had brunch with my friend Lise from high school at Thor on the Lower East Side. I had eggs Benedict; she had an omelet. Then I went to a little shop a couple blocks away (I still shop there) and I bought a dress — black tank-style, with a red, cream, and black abstract flower pattern on the skirt. I went to get my nails done — OPI’s Lincoln Park After Dark was the shade. Then I went to Whole Foods and I bought stuff to make for dinner. I was going to cook some weird combination of sausage, red peppers, feta cheese, and whole wheat pasta based on a dish my friend Teri had concocted. I never actually made it that night, of course. All of these details are ingrained in my brain, but I suspect I’m not alone in remembering so much minutiae from the day of my worst breakup. What random details do you remember about the day of your worst heartbreak? Keep reading »
I must confess I suffer serious anxiety when faced with the prospect of sharing a bed with a gentleman. Don’t get me wrong; everything that happens before and after the actual sleeping part is fun. Even the occasional cuddle can be gratifying. But I am a light sleeper, meaning that if the dude snores, chances are I’m not sleeping a wink. Same thing if he talks, over-cuddles, tosses and turns, kicks, hogs the blankets, likes the room too cold, likes the room too hot; the list goes on … Conversely, I may not always be the best bedfellow myself, due to the fact that my body heats up when I sleep—which has earned me nicknames like “Little Radiator” and “Lava Rock.” I want my man to sweat me, not sweat on me. Is it really necessary to go through all of this beddy time discord? Keep reading »
The guys over at Bullz-Eye.com put together a pretty solid list of the 10 things a guy should never say to a woman. But men aren’t alone with the verbal diarrhea. After the jump, 20 things you should never say to a guy unless you want him to plug his ears while blathering, “Lalalalalalalalala!” Keep reading »
I still remember the confused look on my date’s face as I self-consciously blurted out, apropos of nothing, “I’ve just lost seven pounds on Weight Watchers and I intend to lose 15 more!”
With that I stifled a burp, plunked down my pint glass and realized that we (meaning, he) had been talking about his band, not my tummy bulge. But who could blame me? Weight Watchers assigns each food a points value and you’re only allowed a certain amount each day. I’d been hoarding all of mine for our date. (Beer is three points a bottle!) I was a little woozy.
But not too woozy to note that I’d become that most embarrassing of daters — the oversharer. Keep reading »
I’m feeling a bit disappointed at the moment. OKCupid guy just canceled. Normally, I’d shrug this kind of thing off; it happened all the time to me in New York. But a few days ago I realized how great it would be to have a French boyfriend. (I actually have this reverse fantasy of being in a relationship with one and getting into fights, him yelling in French and me in English. Followed by post-argument sex, bien sûr.) That night I had met up with a girlfriend from college who has been living here with a Parisian boy for the past few years. Her French is now impeccable. Becoming fluent is one of my top goals for the year, and hearing her talk made me face the unfortunate reality that my French is good, but, um, not that good.
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In episode 11 of “MERRIme.com,” after dinner with Mac and his boyfriend Christian, Merri realizes that Drew is just a “friend” and Patrick is much, much more. Has that happened to you before? Where you’ve woken up one day and realized you had feelings for someone you never thought you would? Keep reading »