Nobody likes to get stood up! But it does happen. And if you date long enough, it’s bound to happen. It’s so embarrassing. You get left at a restaurant, the dude never shows, the man of your dreams just doesn’t call. No matter what the situation is, here are the five stages of dealing with a dating no-show. Keep reading »
Over the weekend, my husband and I took a trip to New Orleans where we indulged in delicious, rich food, probably a few too many Hurricanes, and lots of roaming around and sight-seeing. At one point during the weekend, Drew was in the shower, and I took the opportunity to get online to check my email. Of course, one rarely just checks email when she’s online, and before I knew it, I had wandered over to The Frisky and taken a peek at my weekend Dear Wendy columns (written prior to my trip) and subsequent reader comments. Big mistake. What had been a really nice vacation up to that point suddenly turned into a minor existential crisis — at least for the next hour or so as I brooded over “the point of it all.” Keep reading »
You’ll never hear me saying, “Je ne regrette rien.” That’s French for “I regret nothing.” I regret all kinds of things! Like why I ate so much yesterday. And life decisions I made years ago. Today, Amelia, The Frisky’s lead editor, turns … well, 30-something, which prompted me to think about what I wish I’d done before I turned 30. Keep reading »
“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 »