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Meeting The Family Dos & Don’ts From Movies

Tres SugarDecember 22, 2012 //

The holidays mean lots of family time, and if you have a significant other, you could be meeting his family for the first time over the Christmas dinner. Whether you’re in a serious relationship or dating someone new, meeting the family — and especially the parents — can be nerve-racking. While there’s no predicting how the meeting will go, thanks to all the movie examples of worse-case scenarios and crazy families, we can at least relax knowing it could be worse. And we can learn what to do and what not to do from these memorable meet-the-family scenes. Check out the tips for meeting the fam now! Read more…

Dear Wendy: “I’m A 30-Year-old Receptionist And Ashamed Of My Job”

Wendy AtterberryDecember 12, 2011 //

I’ve been dating this guy I really like for a couple months and things are going well. He’s 35, I’m 29. He’s pretty successful, and most of his friends are too. Like, really successful. Me? I’m a receptionist at a law firm and I’m going to school online for social services. I’ll be done in 2013. My problem is I’m super self-conscious around his friends because my job sounds pretty pathetic. (I know I can find a new job that I’m happier with, but that’s another conversation. I have a loose plan.) I’m meeting his family in a few weeks and I’m soo nervous. Keep reading »

Girl Talk: Do Your Parents Have To Break Up With Your Exes, Too?

Kate Torgovnick/Kate-Book.comMay 19, 2011 //

This story begins with an answering machine. Which means that, yes, it happened a long time ago—I believe in 2003. I was at home in North Carolina visiting my parents, and on the second day of my stay, I plunged my key in the lock of the front door, dropped my bag on the table beside it, and hit the play button on the answering machine—autopilot reflexes I’d perfected years before when I’d actually lived in this house. The first message was obviously for my parents—skip. Ditto for message number two. But the third message contained a familiar baritone voice—Liam*, the guy I’d dated my senior year of high school through my junior year of college. We hadn’t spoken in the two years since we’d broken up.

Oh, that’s nice, I thought. I haven’t heard from him in forever. We should really meet for a cup of coffee while I’m here. Wait a second. How did he know I was home?

“It was wonderful seeing you two last week,” Liam said, his deep voice echoing through the foyer. “Thanks for the advice.”

And that’s when it hit me—this message wasn’t for me. It was for my parents. Keep reading »