I spend most of my time at work in a one-piece bathing suit blowing bubbles with four-year-olds and occasionally getting sneezed on. I have been teaching swimming for over six years to supplement the minor income I earn from writing. Teaching swimming has never been a source of inspiration for my writing until recently: it seems that my granny-like one piece has caught the eye of one of my clients. The only problem (well, problems) is that he is married, twice my age and I also give his wife private swimming lessons. Keep reading »
It’s just about Valentine’s Day, and in honor of the Hallmark-iest holiday, I wanted to find out how some of my relationship-ed friends knew that they had found their special someone. It could be a moment, a glance, or the way he tied his shoes. Love is just like that, I guess. Read on for some adorable stories of the “moment I knew he was the one.” and please, please share your gushy love story in the comments!
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I’ve been putting off making the trip to the county clerk’s office to see about getting Patrick and I common-law married. In order for me to be enrolled on his health insurance, Patrick’s employers need some kind of governmentally sanctioned proof that we’re not just total liars. The process in Texas for proving you’re not a total liar is pretty simple: you tell the government that you’re not a total liar, sign a piece of paper, and they believe you. Suddenly, marriage!
This one little trip that I can’t seem to make is probably one of the most important things I could be doing just about now. And yet here I sit in my lacy black silk pajamas (Fancy Lady Obsessed With “Downton Abbey” So She Bought Some Nice Underthings Alert!), drinking coffee and fending off keyboard-fascinated cats instead of achieving the twofer of making my relationship more legitimate in the eyes of the government and ensuring that I have proper health coverage.
Though to be fair, I also buy extra underwear so that I can go a month without hitting the laundromat, so know that I am a world-class procrastinator of some renown. It’s not that I have apprehensions about becoming a wife.
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Before my husband was my husband, he was my ex-boyfriend. I was a commitment-phobe who wanted to continue seeing other people. He, meanwhile, was more of a traditionalist, with no interest in an open relationship. Many of my past relationships had fallen apart for this very reason. This one was no different.
Still, I felt bad turning Michael away from my 25th birthday party, a gathering of close friends at a bar on the Upper East Side. We had parted amicably. Keep reading »
“We’d actually like to … and it seems to mean more and more to our kids. We made this declaration some time ago that we weren’t going to do it till everyone can. But I don’t think we’ll be able to hold out. It means so much to my kids, and they ask a lot. And it means something to me, too, to make that kind of commitment.”
Could Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie’s nuptials be in the foreseeable future? That’s what it sounds like, if one were to judge by Brad’s latest interview with The Hollywood Reporter. When interviewer Steven Galloway inquired if Pitt has asked his longtime love to marry him, Brad replied: Keep reading »
I was one of the skeptics. Online dating sounded kinda lame to me. It sounded kinda like giving up. After all, I was living in New York, a city teeming with eligible bachelors. In theory. I wasn’t meeting any of them, but I was told they were out there. And I wanted to go on some dates. Grad school was calming down, I’d been single for long enough, and I wanted to check out some of those tiny, funky restaurants in the Village. I didn’t want anything serious. I wanted something to wear cute shoes for. I wanted the opportunity to flirt a little.
“Go online,” my beautiful and much more outgoing best friend said. Keep reading »