Boyfriends are overrated, says a single woman who really wants to stay that way for a while…but those men just want to commit.
Dear Bus Boyfriend (can I call you BB, babe?)…Today is our anniversary. I’ll forgive you for forgetting it, if only because you have no idea who I am. Just so we don’t have this awkward exchange on our next anniversary, let me jog your memory: I’m the frizzy-haired brunette who gets on the bus a few stops after you in the morning.
My first kiss was a fairy tale, emphasis on the word ‘fairy.’ I found my happy place at sleep-away camp. Us New York Jews, we all did. It’s somewhat of a cardinal rule: if you live on the East Coast, are of the Jewish faith and between the ages of nine and, oh, 17, you […]
There is a new toothbrush in my bathroom. It is the sign of a new lover in my life. A simple instrument that shows such possibility. A small gesture on both our parts that this is something more. This could be real and true and beautiful. There is a new toothbrush in my bathroom. I […]
I realize everyone has baggage. (Ahem, those without baggage tend to be extremely boring. Sorry. It’s true.) I try to be a compassionate person who can wait it out for the right guy. Not for the truly married ones mind you, but for the truly separated ones who are going through a hard time before the inevitable divorce.
I recently treated myself to a new MacBook. Hey, I’m an unemployed, single gal currently “staying” with her mom, with two beater vehicles that are constantly trying to one-up each other on their creative repair needs. Why shouldn’t I be dropping a thousand dollars on a shiny toy I don’t really need? It’s only been […]
Maybe the resolution last year would have been more successful if it been “Remain celibate and joyfully single” rather than the trap-door-open-for-sex-and-entanglement wording: “Remain joyfully single.”
I’m not against romantic relationships in theory. I just don’t think it’s the be-all and end-all to life. The few relationships I’ve found myself in have all left me feeling…well…not quite me. Like I’m giving up or ignoring something fundamental.
He smoked pot almost daily. His hair was long and curly and red. And soft. He was – dare I say it – well endowed and well skilled.