It’s time again for “Dear Wendy Updates,” a feature where people I’ve given advice to in the past let us know whether they followed the advice and how they’re doing today. After the jump, we hear from “Sudden Shock,” who wanted to know what she could do to salvage her relationship after her boyfriend of two weeks suddenly dumped her. After the jump, find out if she’s managed to move on yet or not. Keep reading »
This past Sunday was my 25th birthday. While I don’t think of 25 as old, I definitely think of it as getting older, as I am now closer to 30 than 20.
At this sort of “in-between” moment, I got to thinking about what a difference five years can make.
I’m a completely different person at 25 than I was at 20, and although I’m thankful to have learned from my mistakes, there are a few things I wish I knew then that I know now. Read more … Keep reading »
A wise woman—OK, Sharon Stone—once said, “Love is like the ocean. Sometimes the tide is in and sometimes the tide is out, and sometimes it’s like the frigging Mojave. Fortunately, I like the desert. I’m a desert flower.”
For the past two months, ever since The Juggler faded out, I have been hiking through the Mojave, stopping every once in a while to shake the sand out of my shoes. Keep reading »
During a dry spell, we go through our man files, wondering if one of those past flings was the one who got away. And we think to ourselves, Oh, maybe I should just call him … Um, hell to the no! Unless you are currently the star of a Lifetime movie or Lady Gaga, we all know trying to turn back the romantic hands of time is a really bad idea. There’s a reason those guys are a part of your past and they need to stay that way. So, to stop myself from trying to re-do someone I’ve already done and walked away from, I started making notes of why we broke up in my cell phone contacts. You know, to keep the wound fresh and ensure I’ll never ring them again, no matter how many tequila shots I’ve had.
So, recently, when I got a new phone and transferred all my numbers over, I accidentally unearthed all these guy contacts that had been buried deep in my SIM card with the hilarious deal-breaking reason we broke it off. I thought I’d share with you these 33 reasons why I’m still single — and also why I’ve officially met my quota on guys named Mike. Enjoy! Keep reading »
Pet peeve: when people say, “I have no regrets,” as if having them is such a terrible thing. Everyone has regrets; it’s living in the past and constantly laboring over what you would have done differently that’s the problem. So, yeah, I have regrets. Ten of them in fact and from each I’ve learned something valuable about myself. Check those out after the jump, as well as five totally regrettable things I would still do over again. And share yours in the comments! Keep reading »