A combination of DFW, Nick Hornby, and Salinger means you’re at least a *touch* neurotic.
How do you know if your dealbreakers are unreasonable? Here’s a handy guide.
Internet Killed The Dating Star: On Googling and Facebook Stalking
If this were the 80s, maybe I’d have given him my number already and we’d be on our way to a Devo concert tonight.
What Your Liquor Cabinet Says About You To A Date
How you stock and outfit your wet bar is one battle you get to fight on your home turf.
These are the little (and yes, sometimes a little crazy) things she does when she’s crushing on you.
I think the sixth stage of grief is “feeling like a wrung out dish towel.” The psychologists forgot about that one.
Okay, so that wasn’t….great. Do you try, try again, or move on to the next one?
If this doesn’t sound familiar, I salute you. You must be one of those swashbuckling and most enviable of gentlemen who has already conquered his juvenile fear of talking to girls and perhaps — gasp! — being rejected.
Why would he even want to hold my hand? To me, casual dating means no hand-holding and no talking about beach trips. Where is the rule book on this?