Love

Katie and I were working through a communications conundrum the other day. This is what we do. Evaluate a scenario, assign a decision slash assumption, and then use that as set precedent for all future occurrences of that same nature – like lawyers. Katie had texted guy at, say 7pm on a Thursday something to the effect of, “hey, what’s up, blah blah.” He had …

I was at a Yankee game a few months back when someone asked what defines a slut. For the record, I was trying very hard to focus on the game. I was even wearing a baseball cap and sitting with my feet up drinking a beer as I understand this is how people properly attend baseball. Still – girl talk found me. This blog will …

It’s often hard in our years of ever-increasing maturity to make time for a full-on emotional purge. We’ve spent three plus years training ourselves not to cry at work and drunk tears ended when we started blacking out before we realized we were upset. Plus if you’ve been reading this blog you’ve elminated all negative relationships and established a healthy distance from your mother. And …

I was recently talking to a guy about dogs and dog parks. Manhattan dogs and their mini-fenced parks make the list of staple of city small talk among things like how crowded the subways are, when the Highline is finally going to open, and if Red Mango is better than Pinkberry. We’re a simple people. This particular dog conversation was centered on this guy’s belief …

I’ve touched on this before, but recent observations prove an entire post is in order. We of the TGIF generation – line-up: Family Matters, Full House, Step by Step years – approach relationships like BC QB Chris Crane on a 30 yard touch-down pass. We run around like we’re about to make something happen then blow it by 2 feet, 30-seconds too late (that’s for …

Great news. No sarcasm. Guys have a genetic disposition toward cheating. According to a study recently published in the Proceedings Of the National Academy of Sciences (a very official sounding document), “Men are more likely to be devoted and loyal husbands when they lack a particular variant of a gene that influences brain activity.” I know. Wow. The gene variant – which has a weird …

Today marks the 100th post. This is, I’ve determined, the first time I’ve created 100 of anything. Yes it’s true that one “creates” an outfit, but I stopped taking polaroids of them around #89. Considering the occasion I figure it’s fitting to explain how this whole thing got started – how and why it seemed like a good idea to put the conversations inside my …

It’s no mystery that girls think about marriage more – and earlier – than guys. My first job out of college was working for the online weddings resource, TheKnot.com. Our most prized stat was the fact that upon first discovering the site, women spent an average of 3 hours there — only 1/3 of them were actually engaged. One would venture to guess that less …

For the past 20 years (I wasn’t interested in boys until kindergarten) I have been blaming my inability to meet the right guys on a whole host of issues. They are all dumb, I am sometimes confusing — they can’t get their acts together, I am sometimes intimidating — they don’t know what they want, I flirt weird. Right. So maybe just two issues, but …

Last night a Swedish man taught me a lesson. No. Ew. Not that kind of lesson. I was out with friends for a drink or four at The Spotted Pig. It was, like always, a weird mix of people sporting hard-to-place accents and clothes that look vintage but are not. I had just been to the impossible-to-get-used-to co-ed bathroom (Ally McBeal-style, not single stall) where …