Do you know what drives me crazy? Too much information at the inappropriate time and place. I don’t want to hear about your struggle with mental illness at my birthday party, or your bout of diarrhea while I’m working, or how you’re under federal investigation for tax evasion on our first date, or how your ex-GF had a banging body the first time I am naked in your bed. TMI! Because it just doesn’t seem to come instinctively to some people, we thought we might need to spell it out for ya. How much info is too much info? After the jump, the rules of TMI brought to you by The Frisky staff. Because we care about you. Feel free to add your own TMI rules to live by in the comments. Keep reading »
When I showed up at the bar, Doug* had not arrived yet. I had seen his picture (he was an online acquisition), so I knew roughly what to expect. I am not a superficial broad and I can usually find just about any dude attractive if he has a good personality. Based on the few emails we exchanged, I felt fairly certain that at worst Doug and I would bond as friends. His emails were funny, honest, and open. “Now that’s what I’m looking for!” I thought to myself. “A guy who can communicate!” Keep reading »
I still remember the confused look on my date’s face as I self-consciously blurted out, apropos of nothing, “I’ve just lost seven pounds on Weight Watchers and I intend to lose 15 more!”
With that I stifled a burp, plunked down my pint glass and realized that we (meaning, he) had been talking about his band, not my tummy bulge. But who could blame me? Weight Watchers assigns each food a points value and you’re only allowed a certain amount each day. I’d been hoarding all of mine for our date. (Beer is three points a bottle!) I was a little woozy.
But not too woozy to note that I’d become that most embarrassing of daters — the oversharer. Keep reading »
Listen, I know you want to know all the sordid details of my life, okay? And because I care so much, I am going to reveal a deeply personal story every month in a segment called “TMI (Too Much Information)”. But there’s a catch. You have to do the same. After I’ve answered a question like the one above, we want to hear your awesome anecdotes too — either in the form of video or posted in the comments. Don’t be shy — I don’t have that privilege anymore! (Just kidding, I LIVE for talking about myself.) Keep reading »