About a month ago I was waiting in line at the grocery store when I spotted a hot guy standing behind me. I made a joke about how slow the line was going. He laughed. I smiled. And off we were. After we had both checked out, he continued to walk with me to the subway. He even offered to carry my bags. When we got to my destination, I shook his hand. “I’m glad we got stuck in line together.” Keep reading »
Thanksgiving is one of those great holidays that are less about commercialism and more about togetherness (and food, of course). Unfortunately, all that togetherness can be a little stressful for couples — especially if it includes a hectic travel schedule and/or time with one or both sets of families. So, after the jump, eight tips for surviving the holiday as a couple. Keep reading »
After two decades of service, the six-foot-high, 10-foot-wide mirror covering our living room wall started falling down on Thanksgiving Day. It came with the house, a colonial in Whitestone, Queens, which my parents bought when I was born. I was 23 and about to drive to LaGuardia Airport to pick up Tim, my soldier boyfriend of two years. He was spending the holiday with me after being stationed at Fort Benning, Georgia, for the past three months.
I was in my attic bedroom putting on my “Welcome Home” outfit — black stockings, boots, a checkered skirt, and a fitted black sweater — when I heard Mom scream. I took the steps two at a time to find her and my 18-year-old brother holding the mirror up, their four hands, strained faces, and bodies looking longer in their slanted reflections. Keep reading »
Every week, about 20 percent of the letters I receive fall into a category Dan Savage would call “DTMFA.” As you might imagine, it gets a little tiresome to try to answer each of these letters, but I can’t help feel a little guilty when I simply ignore them. After all, these are people who are desperate for someone to tell them what they already know they need to do. So, I’m going to try out a new feature called “Move On Already!” or “MOA!” for short (because “DTMFA” was already taken), for which a three-word response (move on already!) is all that’s really necessary for the letters posted. As always, you are more than welcome to leave your own advice in the comments, and feel free to let me know what you think of this particular feature. If it works, I’ll make it a bi-weekly regular. After the jump, five people who need to MOA! Keep reading »
Yeah, we know, snooping is wrong. It’s unethical. It demonstrates a lack of respect and trust. But it’s just so goddamn hard to resist! I’m a Scorpio, which means I am curious by nature (hence my career as a Super Serious Journalist), and I’ve never met a medicine cabinet or open email account that I didn’t have the intense desire to peek at. For the most part, my snooping has resulted in a big fat wad of nothing, though one time I discovered a woman I was babysitting for was pregnant again before her husband knew. When it comes to significant others, snooping can be especially tempting, but the results of that clandestine investigating can be far more fruitful — and hurtful — than finding out the woman who pays you $10 an hour to watch TV with her toddler is about to add a screaming baby to the roster. Here are seven shocking things you may not want to find out about when snooping on your S.O. Keep reading »
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 “Excited but Lost,” who was eager to start dating a year and a half after being diagnosed bipolar and working on managing her disorder and getting her life on track. After the jump, find out how it’s going. Keep reading »