Ahh, new relationships. We’ve all been there— the birds chirp louder, the sky looks bluer and it feels like life just took a shot of Red Bull. During the first month or two, dates tend to go something like this: He takes you to dinner, heads back to your place where you have hot, still-getting-to-know-you sex before he dozes off watching “New Girl” (even though he would have preferred “Wolverine”), but once he wakes at 2 a.m. and decides to go home, your mind is running rampant with a billion questions about the status of your “situation” before he’s even out the door. And during any and all time away from him, you can’t help but wonder what’s going on in his head. Sound familiar? Of course it does.
These 40 questions have mindfucked women in new relationships for generations… Keep reading »
It’s been three years since I’ve uttered the phrase, “This is my boyfriend, __________.” So every time I’ve said it in the past two weeks, as the word ‘boyfriend’ passed through my lips, it felt both totally foreign and completely natural. Even though it’s a word that conjures up images of high school and “Do you like me? Check yes or no” letters, each time I say it, the word makes me feel just a little bit giddy.
I’ve been dating The Young One for six blissful weeks. Keep reading »
Yesterday evening, I met The Young One outside my office with no idea of where we were going or what we were doing to celebrate Valentine’s Day. I’d pressed him for clues all week and the most he would give me was, “You’ll really like it,” and “If you wear heels, nothing too high.” We began walking, zigging and zagging down the unseasonably warm New York City streets. Every time I thought I had an idea of where we were headed, he’d laugh at my guess, shake his head ‘no,’ and make an abrupt turn. Finally he said, “This is it,” motioning toward an awning with the words “Ballroom Dancing” printed on it. Keep reading »