Have a great time partying it up this New Year’s Eve. You won’t see me there.
Instead of getting wildly drunk and making out with a random stranger, I’m going to do what I’ve done for the last four years: I’m skipping New Year’s.
There will be no wild parties with fireworks inside (yes, something that actually happened at one of my New Year’s Eve parties several years ago, and no, it wasn’t a good idea), I’ve taken to sharing the holiday ensconced in the woods with one of my close friends. Keep reading »
Indian weddings are beautiful. I missed my sister’s by just a few days. I couldn’t make up my mind whether to join her and her Canadian boyfriend in Goa, where I could complete my yoga training certificate in a country where men significantly outnumber women, or to stay home in the Brooklyn apartment I shared with four equally unemployed strangers, and where I was without a car, a boyfriend, or a shred of hope. I had to weigh my options, so I was a bit delayed.
That’s how I missed Leky’s lavish Hindu puja ceremony, where she wed a guy she had actually met years ago at a Buddhist monastery, and who she had run into again by chance half a decade later while she was tooling around India.
Their love is a beautiful story. Mine, not so much. Keep reading »
A few weeks ago my boyfriend and I were doing laundry at his parents’ house when I overheard him talking to his mom about his Christmas present for me. Neither, it seemed, realized how easily noise traveled from the kitchen through the dining room to the living room. I could only pick up a few words, like “reservations.” At a separate time, I told him how my present for him was waiting at my parents’ house to be opened on Christmas morning and he replied that it would be really awkward for him to give his gift to me in front of my parents. On top of this, he started teasing me about my present coming in the mail and forwarding me FedEx emails just to taunt me.
Naturally, I started to think he had bought an engagement ring. And in addition to being in love, I felt like I was walking on air.
Then, a few days later, the FedEx package arrived. Keep reading »
As a person who considers herself fairly sexually experimental and experienced, I thought by my the time I turned 28, with plenty of boyfriends and partners under my belt, I’d be deep into the wild world of sex toys. Not the case. While I’d always had great sex, I’m embarrassed to confess that I’m a sex toy virgin.
It’s not that sex toys don’t interest me; they totally do. But I’ve just never really gotten around to using them. Keep reading »
This is an old chestnut I know, but it needs to be dealt with once and for all. Someone please explain to me why pregnant women are left standing on buses and trains, whilst able-bodied men sit back and pretend not to see them?
As a member of the “club” myself, I have yet to be offered a seat by a man. Keep reading »
I’ve accomplished a few really great things in my life — losing 100 pounds, getting sober‚ but I’m not sure anything has been as personally satisfying as the day that I had a Missed Connection posted about me.
If you’re not familiar, Missed Connections is the section on Craigslist where dudes post about hot girls they saw but were too afraid to talk to, and vice-versa. The idea of being chosen, spotted out of all the rest as uniquely attractive and compelling is like a low-rent fairytale that takes place on the R train instead of in a castle. Keep reading »