Love

I’ve found that a very strange thing now happens when people ask me about my relationship with R. I have nothing to say. “It’s great,” I told my sister Dani over gchat. “We’re really good,” I said to Katie via text. “I’m good, he’s good, it’s… “Good?,” my friend Annie parroted back over brunch this past Saturday. “Right,” I said. “I feel so lame saying …

This time the back story is short but not particularly sweet: I heard a story through the grapevine about a guy who, upon finding out that his girlfriend cheated on him, essentially shrugged it off. I know very few details, so I’ll leave it at that. In reaction to hearing this story I said something like, “OMG That Is Ridiculous Why Would He Let Her …

I can’t remember exactly how it came up. I think R was telling me about learning some information about some girl that some guy was dating or is dating or wanted to be dating. He had a piece of gossip about the person of question that he believed would be a total deal breaker for whomever it was who was/is/wanted to be dating said person. …

It went something like this a week or so ago: ME: _________’s girlfriend seems really nice R: Yeah, she’s ok. ME: Oh really? What’s wrong with her? R: Nothing. She’s just got the wandering eye. ME: The what? R: The wandering eye. ME: I don’t know what that is. R: The wandering eye? ME: (eye roll) R: It’s just the way she looks at other …

I have a list of go-to places I peruse when I don’t have any new ideas for a blog post. The Modern Love archives of The New York Times, TheFrisky.com, Slate, and the typical list of lady glossies (Marie Claire, Cosmo, Harper’s Bazaar, etc.). They usually feature something that jogs some idea that turns into some rambling that I can stick a beginning and ending …

I approached post-grad dating much like I approach shoe purchasing. I dated a bunch of guys who seemed cute at the time without really trying them on only to end up with a closet full of one-outfit wonders and callouses that could rival the Black Swan set. For me it was more about the moment than the long-term goal. It was, if the shoe is …

If you’re anything like me you can’t be within five feet of a unpeeled banana, are furious that you’re not yet best friends with Heidi Klum, and are particularly prickly about how you’re treated when you’re in a particularly prickly mood. Luckily most people in my life are up to speed on the banana situation, I now live in L.A. and I’m not usually prone …

Allow me to paint a picture for you and then explain why I think that picture is absolutely ridiculous. A guy and a girl meet, determine that they enjoy each other and begin “dating.” I say “dating” instead of dating because one or both parties might not consider it dating. There are people who don’t consider the act of joining each other in multiple, consecutive …