While Amelia is beginning her dating sabbatical, I am just putting mine to bed. Well, bed may not be the right word. Last August, I too threw in the towel, and it turned out to be one of the best decisions I ever made. Keep reading »
I woke up this morning and thought, “Why date a boy with a car when I can have a man with a boat?” Meaning my heart’s desire is to date a seaman. While I would be willing to travel many a great nautical mile to find oh captian my captain, SeaCaptainDate.com
, will bring the seamen to me. Pros: 1) My preferred form of communication is message in a bottle. 2) I like men in white hats. Cons: 1) Scurvy. 2) Pirates. Forget the cons! Ahoy! I shall go make my profile now. I think I’ll make my screen name SirenSeahorse78. [Buzzfeed
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Rommel Wood — aka @Blergisphere– has a mom who is one wise lady. While my ma can’t even text, hers can wax poetic on a touch screen keyboard. Clearly the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree — Felicia Orton, you are full of good, hilarious advice.[RommasMomma] Keep reading »
The most important trick to not getting cheated on by your man is knowing how to spot potential cheaters from the outset. This is not always easy. But there are a few characteristics many cheaters display.
There are 12 ways to spot a cheat, but I warn you, if you’re anything like me, you will see yourself (and the one you love) in them. Never fear. The reality is, we have to trust our own instinct with this stuff. No simple list will affirm our worries or assure us that we aren’t with a “cheater.” Anyone can cheat in the right circumstances or stay faithful given the same.
Nevertheless, here are the 12 ways. Read more … Keep reading »
There are few things I love more than a good pun. And a sly piece of word play? I like to think that I deploy them often. I am all about analogies, and probably use them more often than a “Real Housewife” gets Botox. I, Dater X, am a word nerd. I’ve known this about myself for years, and generally it’s something I like potential suitors to match.
But in the the past week while exchanging emails with Petr, the Czech sculptor I met in Prague 10 years ago, I’m finding that many of my usual rhetorical rhythms simply don’t work. Keep reading »