Category: General Musings on Dating

Crash & Burn

He kept looking at my profile. Not just once or twice, but weekly, at least. So I messaged him: “You know, the real-life version of me is way more fun than the digital one.” Winky face. This was an Oakland firefighter who had texted with me months before, only to eventually retreat and say, “I don’t…
No Mo of This

There’s a bar in my neighborhood called Mo’s. In fact, it’s the only bar in my hood. It’s a cute bar, circular in shape, conducive for conversations with strangers. I’m hooked on their taco salads (sauce on the side), consistent with my vodka sodas (Tito’s with three orange slices, please) and crushing on the hot bartender with the bad boy…
Shallow End

I’m a pretty upbeat girl. I’m not a big complainer. I believe that life is glorious. I tend to see the glass as half-full (and I’m capable of pouring more vino if it’s not). And I have become adept at picking myself up, dusting my Lulus off, and moving on after a messy fall. And then there…
LOL and OMG

Some days, I don’t hate online dating. Like today. It’s actually not bad or frustrating or loathsome. But it is fucking weird. First let me say, I have profiles on several dating sites. And I have no shame about that. I live in a highly populated area, and it opens up several options and opportunities. It’s the…
Texts, Shmexts

Once upon a time, there was dating without texting. There was also that “talking on the phone attached to the kitchen wall” shit – a thorn in every horny teenager’s side. Everyone from that era was relieved to see phone cords disappear. But texting? That’s a colossal beast I’ve not quite tamed, and as far as I’m concerned,…
Bachelor Party

I went to San Diego last weekend with friends. Just for fun. What I found instead was a large dose of chaos, craziness and confusion. That happens sometimes, right? You go in search of one thing but find something unexpected that makes you go, “WTF? This wasn’t on the agenda.” Would it surprise you to know…
Winky Face

IN THE GYM Last month, my 24-year-old personal trainer dumped me. We’d been working out together twice a week for six months until one day, as he was counting my reps on the rowing machine, he abruptly told me, “Thursday is our last workout.” He then texted me a few days later to say, “I have to…
The Aftermath

Damn it, dudes: When it comes to sex, you have it easy. I don’t mean in the “you can get it whenever you want it” easy–if only, right? I mean in the “you can get it then walk away the next day as if you didn’t” kind of easy. Confusing? Let me explain. Typically, I don’t…
Cradle Robber

I went out with a man 14 years younger the other night. I am cougar, hear me roar–at least for an evening. This was, by far, the youngest man I’d ever dated (at least on purpose. See That Time I Was a Cougar). My favorite moment of the night occurred at a crowded, seedy bar when my…