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The process used to be so straight forward. First High School : Admit you like him/her (but not to the actual person) IM (from the time you finish dinner ‘til the time you go to bed) Round a base, or two (pre car: in basement parties when the strobe light goes on, post car: in the car) “We’re going Out” (requested and confirmed via IM, …
I read the vows section of the Sunday New York Times for the same reason every single, 25-year-old New Yorker does. It features bizarre yet seemingly possible match-making scenarios of the somewhat intellectual, always interesting, usually-over-30 Manhattan-crowd providing once-a-week faith in the fact that my serendipitous story is out there – and publishable. Every so often you get an eye-roller – “Trapeze Instructor Makes the …
In my defense, Beginner West African Dance Class was Carly’s idea. I did agree instantly, practice imaginary dance moves in the shower, and asked everyone I know if they had a batik print sarong. One could say I went willingly. From the Alvin Ailey Dance Extensions webite:A high-spirited, high-powered rhythmic dance experience that combine body, mind, and spirit in an energetic union of the music …
This is one of those articles that you finish reading and realize your entire body is clenched. The topic: keys to ensuring you marry the right man. Its thesis statement: it is possible if you follow a simple list of should-be deal breakers. Also, though not on the list, don’t marry a celebrity. The article summarizes the popular lecture of a 79-year-old catholic priest who’s …
Maureen Downes is never quite my flavor, but this recent column raises some interesting issues around the age old question of what makes a man marriage material. Commentary later on. An Ideal Husband “Hollywood says you can be deeply in love with someone and then your marriage will work,” the twinkly eyed, white-haired priest says. “But you can be deeply in love with someone to …
I get a similar reaction every time I tell someone who’s never lived in Manhattan that I currently live in Manhattan. Something along the lines of – Wow. Good for you! I don’t think I could have done that when I was your age. You’re probably so responsible! And very good at sticking to a budget, I bet! I nod and smile and say thank …
Attending the wedding of close friends who met while you were in college is a lot like seeing Cirque Du Soleil for the first time. It’s expensive to go. Very expensive. For the months/years leading up people in-the-know tell you every detail about everything that’s going to happen. You fluctuate between wildly excited and totally skeptical. It starts and you’re completely freaked out. People are …