Rumor has it, Taylor Swift and her boyfriend-of-a-minute, Calvin Harris, have broken up. Who cares right? You’re probably still trying to figure out who Calvin Harris even is besides a younger, cuter version of Chris Martin. But the reason Taylor dumped Calvin is what makes this gossip item worth more than a second of your… More »
For basically all of my adult life, I did not “date” in the conventional sense. I can count on one hand the number of times I went out to dinner with a near-stranger and suffered through the usual litany of “what do you do?”, “where are you from?”, “what flavor of toothpaste do you like… More »
He’s been promising to quit cigs since they started dating, but even now that they’re talking marriage, his gross habit persists. More »
On our last date, we sat next to each other on the floor of an Afghan restaurant, sharing a plate of kaddo bourani and a bottle of wine. He looked at me for long stretches of time without speaking, then he looked at the waitress, at the carpet, at the other diners. We came to the… More »
The girl was great: Tyler, a bright-haired activist who confessed her crush on me after a feminist burlesque show. The dates were great: a Valentine’s Day dance party in a warehouse-turned-art-gallery, a night in watching old movies. The third wheel, on the other hand, was not so great. Her best friend — with an admitted… More »
The day I learned that J. enjoyed a nice, hot cup of “beef tea” was the day I realized this guy most definitely wasn’t the one. As anyone outside of the UK might not know, we have this strange meat spread called Bovril. Said viscous, meaty paste can be added to boiling water to create… More »
The saying goes if you can make it in New York City, you can make it anywhere: Dating is too often a joke, the job market is highly competitive, the rent is too high, and a simple task of doing your laundry can end up in a mile walk through snow just to get to… More »
I once had a boyfriend who woke me up nearly every morning with his boner.
He poked it into my back, then at my butt, again and again, again and again. At first, he did it half-jokingly, with a troublemaking grin and absurd thrusting motions. I swatted at him, told him to stop,… More »
Online dating is a wild and wooly world full of missed connections, delicate communications, and the unique, but not uncommon experience of getting to know someone enough to meet them for one to two beers through a series of messages on the internet. This is the world we live in, and the beauty of online… More »
Mike* added me on Facebook and struck up conversation the day after our mutual friend – who was under the impression that we were both single and searching – set us up. We hit it off immediately. I did all the relevant Google
stalking research, watched YouTube videos where he discussed important things he learned… More »
I walked into a posh, new restaurant in Alphabet City and asked a guy in a black suit (amidst other guys in ratty chinos and un-tucked oxford shirts) about my reservation. Like a gentleman, he laughed and explained in a sexy Aussie accent that he wore a suit because he was a sharp dresser, not… More »
If our collective dating experience has taught us anything, it’s that sexual compatibility is key to a long-lasting relationship. And sexual compatibility requires both mental and physical attraction. (Yes, that sometimes includes but is not limited to penis size.) If at any point in a relationship one of these is missing, it is a disastrous dealbreaker… More »
He was two years younger, but incredibly mature and fiercely intelligent for a high school boy. We both wrote for the literary journal, and we bonded over our mutual love of J.D. Salinger. I texted him on the day Salinger passed away.
“How are you holding up?” I asked.
“I’ve been… More »
It began with the mutual love of a band that I truly did like: The Specials. She was into ska … heavily into ska.Way more into ska than more high school aged kids should ever be.
I met Delia at the mall, where every high school kid hung out, sulked, loitered, and snuck cigarettes. More »
The other day, I made a list of every guy I’ve ever dated seriously, dated a couple times, dated until I got the “Oh no, there’s been an emergency and I must leave immediately!” phone call, or made out with and never actually dated at all.
To put it simply, the list was… More »
It all started with a cat.
I used to like cats. Or I didn’t totally despise them. They can be super cute when they act like dogs.
I stopped liking cats on my second date with Jerry* (as in Springer, as in the show he totally is going to be on… More »
The first day I met Jason* he told me he was a virgin and a “nice guy” – which was why, according to him, he was unable to get many dates.
“Women are only interested in dating guys who treat them like shit,” he told me.
The virgin thing wasn’t by… More »
Whenever I start dating someone new, they become acquainted with “The Big Three” — the three ex-girlfriends who impacted my life in the most negative ways possible. The Big Three include: the girl who tricked me into an open relationship, the girl who turned out to be a white supremacist, and, lastly, the girl who… More »
In case you didn’t already know, the people you meet in Los Angeles are unlike anyone else in the world. Always trying to become the next big thing, there is “the actor” (a waiter who’s been an extra on “Glee”… once), “the screenwriter” (a misunderstood blogger who lives on his mom’s couch), and of course… More »
I’ve never been fond of being called “nice.” Nice, to me, is a consolation-prize adjective; it’s a lazy descriptor you use for a person who isn’t interesting enough to rate a few more syllables. Nice is for potholders and admirable recycling habits, for neutral weather patterns and cuts of salmon. Even the slightly more enthusiastic,… More »