“Your allure is at an all-time high,” my horoscope told me Thursday morning. “Be bold. No one will be able to resist you this week and daring actions will be rewarded.”
The words echoed through my head all the day. As I dug through my closet to pick what to wear, I felt compelled to select a va-va-voom pencil skirt and ’50s-style top. At work, I finally eked up the courage to have a meeting with my boss that I’d been wanting to have for weeks. And later that night, as I walked into my apartment building, I didn’t feel quite ready to call it a night. I took out my phone and dialed Tall Guy, someone I dated over the summer. We hadn’t hung out in ages, but had exchanged emails a few days before. Keep reading »
What’s healthier: Still bringing up your ex five-hundred moons after you broke up with him, or, say, doing a search for his name on Flickr and gaining access to his latest photo uploads in the privacy of your own apartment and/or cube?
Am I less insane for airing the fact that I can’t get over a girl I haven’t seen in the flesh since “Frasier” was on, or am I more mentally robust if I stay mum on her hold over me while examining the Facebook page of everyone we ever mutually knew to see if she’s posted anything on their walls or was in any of their photo albums?
These are all trick questions. The real sign of sanity is … Read more. Keep reading »
I’ll admit, when I’m scrolling through my potential online dating matches, I’m sometimes thinking, I can do better. I can do better. I can do better. And also, though far more rare, Eek, he can do better. And, I imagine, when I message someone who I think might be a good match for me — someone I think would be worthy of going on a date with — and they don’t reply, I acknowledge that he’s probably thought to himself, Eh, I can do better. And that’s fine, because I would like to meet someone who agrees that we might be good for each other. But what if you’re the type of person who can’t make that kind of decision for yourself, especially in the looks department? Who stares in the mirror and is unable to answer the question, How hot a guy can I actually get? Let CanDoBetter, a “social networking site that fuses together traditional dating and a ‘New Age’ experience,” help! Keep reading »
Last week Frisky staffers shared our lists of the five non-negotiables when it comes to looking for a potential partner, and we asked you in the Friskyverse to share yours. We so enjoyed your lists that we thought we’d compile them into a greatest hits, if you will. After the jump, the definitive list of your ten most common non-negotiables. Keep reading »
I was 5 years old the first time I threw on a pair of heels, packed a suitcase and informed my mother that I was moving out. At age 10, I boarded a plane to swim camp and never looked back. My father, worried, followed me on board to make sure I was fine—I was horrified by his intrusion. By the time I reached 12, I’d begun fantasizing about boarding school and begged my parents to send me away soon after. At age 15, I volunteered in Venezuela for the entire summer—I left a few days after the school year ended and returned home a mere week before classes began again.
The summer of 1998 is rarely mentioned. That was the summer my parents parted ways and I flew between Tennessee and California roughly a dozen times in three months. Keep reading »