Rather self-explanatory…
From the makeouts to the breakups, and everything in between.
How to make it and keep it, and what it feels like to do neither.
Travel, food, music, movies, fashion - all the things we do for fun.
Cubicles, commutes and finding a way to do what you love.
If April is the cruelest month, then Sunday must be the cruelest day.
It is at least, if you are single, living in a major city, and find yourself outdoors.
Couples own Sunday. And, yesterday, in Manhattan, …
s if we aren’t paranoid enough, now you can do a background check on your date… during the date. Complete with a Sleaze Detector and Compatibility section, Date Check, by Intelius, urges one to “Lookup before you hookup.”
Seems like Hollywood filmmakers are great at throwing (imaginary) family members, exes, etc. in bed with a couple for comical relief, but what about that thing people don’t usually find funny, but is there: Stress. Anxiety. “The Dark Cloud of Worrisome Thoughts”.
I could just do the simple thing (avoiding all the worries of childbearing and later child-caring) and hit up MorphThing.com to just digitally figure this whole thing out, but I can’t seem to get myself to actually upload our pictures. Somehow, it seems like cheating.
In my mind I’ve gone as far as to start a list of baby names… knowing that I can’t exactly go too far off the beaten track as my guy HATES unusual baby names, citing that they only lead children to feel like “outsiders”.
Vodka and I have never been very good friends. From the first time I dry-heaved through an entire cup sans chaser (sometime too early in my adolescence to be even remotely appropriate) I knew that anytime vodka came on the scene there would be trouble. We managed to patch things up on a few occasions- once enough time had passed for me to forget how I had been wronged- but somehow the outcome was always the same: me draped over the toilet willing the last few hours to miraculously reverse themselves. Not a pretty picture.
Recently the job search has got me feeling more like a middle-age bachelor trying to nab a mate before her biological clock strikes midnight.
After breaking up with my boyfriend of two years I moved into the apartment we chose together, alone. I had all the dishes, appliances and major furniture bits but was left without a bed and …
