Any failure I’ve had in the initial stages of a relationship can be traced to Mr. Harris’ 3rd grade class.
After all of this, you’re probably assuming that I emailed that man back, we went on a date, everything was wonderful and we are planning a casual but elegant Spring wedding. That’s the lesson I’m supposed to give you.
Explaining that I’m single and childless at 28 probably seems like some sort of failure to those whose entire lives consist of the world they’ve created with their families.
I realize that not every man I meet will love my quirks. And that’s okay! Because there are some guys out there with some super weird quirks of their own.
If you could know the moment you’re supposed to meet the person you’re meant to be with, would you?
Like any other 20-something lady I spent my beach weekend reading teen novels about our not-too-distant dystopian future and forming a real-life plan for the pending zombie apocalypse.
Despite how prudish you may think you are, you are still someone’s Excited Sexually-Liberated Friend
I mean, I DO want those crazy kids to find love in this mixed up world. I just don’t want to spend my precious TV time watching that. I go to reality TV for one reason and one reason only: to watch a train wreck.
More tales about my trials to function in basic social situations so you can feel better about your own ability to interact with people you find attractive.
I’m pretty sick of marriage being thrown around as the end prize for which everyone seems to be jockeying, and this wedding is one massive example of that trend.
Whoever told you weddings are a great pick-up spot was LYING.
I’m going to get real with you for a moment: I’m in a dry spell. Like, Sahara Desert kind of dry spell. And when I try to break this little spell, the results are disastrous.
Apparently you all got together and decided how to avoid giving someone your number, but NEVER TOLD ME.
I remember when I was 12 I looked at a photo of Prince William. And he was cute! And I was like, “someday I am going to marry him and be a princess.” But then you know what happened? I stopped being 12 years old.
Making friends in your new city is important. If only because it limits the amount of awkward conversations you have with your cat.
I wonder if there’s a support group for this — for those times when you finally see the apartment of the guy you’re dating, and it’s filled with…warning signs.
The seven little things you must have/do/say to enter into my heart.
I immediately freeze. Because there is no way to answer this question both honestly and in a way that’s still going to make you want to date me.
Getting through the next few days without purchasing or receiving a necklace designed by Jane Seymore can be tricky, but keep faith! You can do it!
As the daughter of an Armenian and a Jew, one might say that I have a genetically-explained affection for facial hair. But with my genetic pedigree also comes a bit of expertise in the facial hair department.