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 “Second Thoughts” who was planning to have her boyfriend move with her next year when she starts college but worried he was too immature to be a good long-term partner. Has she decided to move without him? Has he convinced her he’ll grow up? Find out all after the jump. Keep reading »
I recently had a flirtation with a guy whereby we debated the merits of using Dictionary.com versus the actual hard copy, old school, book version of the dictionary. And I realized, with some degree of alarm, that this felt familiar. That this—this courting by way of words—was not a one-time thing. It was a recurring thing. It was my thing. Keep reading »
How long does it take to make a first impression? 15 seconds? 7 seconds? 3 seconds? I’ve been doing some dating lately (FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SOMEONE HELP ME), and I’ve come to the conclusion that I can tell how a date is going to go within the first three seconds. My shrink thinks this is poppycock, some fantasy of omnipotence, but what does he know? In any case, I believe — and this is the key — that if I’m totally honest with myself, I know exactly how the date will go virtually immediately: the second I set eyes on the guy.
When you go on a first date, is your first impression usually right or wrong? Keep reading »
It’s holiday time again, which for me means lots of parties to go to … solo. My first instinct is usually to try to snag a pal to bring with me to party crash, but recently, I was invited to a party where the host explicitly instructed guests not to bring a plus one. I was dreading showing up there, thinking it would be uncomfortable, but once I arrived, I embraced it and ended up having a great time. After I deftly extricated myself from a dull conversation with an awkward woman with a neck twitch, I hit it off with a group of dudes with nerdy glasses who shared my love of stupid dance moves. Needless to say, I have a new appreciation for going to parties alone. After the jump, some tips for making the best of a stag situation. Add your suggestions in the comments. Keep reading »
A new survey by the American Academy of Matrimonial Lawyers found that one in five divorces cite Facebook activity as evidence of cheating, proof the spouse has gone crazy town, or documentation of irreconcilable differences. What? “He likes to play Farmville, I don’t know who he is anymore.” If only. Apparently, most of the problems seem to stem from people reconnecting with their old flames on the site and then flirtin’ it up. Hey, it was from Facebook chats with his mistress that Eva Longoria found out Tony Parker was unfaithful to her early on in their marriage (what led to Eva filing for divorce recently, though, was her finding flirty text messages on Tony’s cell phone). But seriously, checking out old crushes is, like, 50 percent of the reason I have a page! Although, sadly (for me), most of them are gay now. Womp-womp! [Daily Mail] Keep reading »