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 think I’m ready to date.” […]
I texted my friend late one evening. “Christy! I just realized that this man who keeps messaging me on Match knows you. I haven’t responded, but he’s persistent. Here’s his picture, what’s he like? “Oh, Jack! Right. Nice guy, but his wife just left him for another man. His Facebook posts make him look like he’s lost his mind. I don’t […]
One of the most fundamental truths we must all learn as we cross the threshold from adolescence to adulthood is this: Everyone has to own their own shit. There’s this simple-yet-elusive concept called “taking responsibility” that some of us grasp sooner than later, and others, never at all. But a word to the wise: If you try to venture into a relationship with […]
Sex with an ex is never a good idea. At least that’s what I’d heard. But I’m stubborn and 9 times out of 10 I have to learn the hard way, so when an “ex sex” opportunity came up, I had to take it. Because that’s what you do when you think you can prove those Cosmo and Glamour articles wrong. […]
Four days ago I did something I vowed I’d never do: I looked at my ex’s Facebook page. I learned that he is now engaged to the woman he cheated on me with. At least the one I know of. His history suggests there were more, but she’s the one who surfaced about a week after our hot toxic relationship […]
I’m amazed by my imagination. And I say this with a slight shake of my head–as in “what the hell are you thinking?” This is not a nod to my creative genius. It’s a statement about my tendency to creatively fill in the blanks. I’m damn good at it. I met Donny online (of course) where we chatted briefly before exchanging numbers. His pictures […]