Dating is a bitch. But I’m ballsy. Let’s dance.
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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…
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Chemistry
I hate to chase. If I send a man a message on a dating site and he doesn’t respond, I let it go. I won’t send a second. Or a third. Or, even with the help of a little tequila, a fourth, hoping this will be the one to finally inspire him to fire…
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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,…
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Party For One
It’s Valentine’s Day, and I’m single. Not *just* single, but happily single. I’m not moping around with my face stuck in a carton of Haagen Daz, or watching a marathon of rom-coms with mascara-stained tears dripping down my face. Nope. I’m silently celebrating the fact that I’m footloose and fancy-free with no pressure to get all…
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Handsy
You know when someone’s hitting on you, but you’re not sure if he’s hitting on you, but you think he’s hitting on you . . . and it turns out he is? Or maybe you don’t. Sometimes I’m a little slow on the uptake. My massage therapist is a 27-year-old hottie named Peter. Which is exactly…
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Max, Part 2
Three and a half years ago, I became single for the first time. I had always been a relationship girl, so the whole “table for one” concept was a bit foreign. But I knew it was time to get to know me apart from a man, and I chose to stay adamantly single, at least for a while. That’s when…
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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…
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Vegas, Baby
They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but hell, what do I have to hide? My life is an open book here, so let’s dish about my latest date-slash-adventure that had me fully appreciating my life as a single woman. I met him on Facebook. I’d shared this post about The Narcissist, he read…
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The Narcissist
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…
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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…
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R-E-S-P-E-C-T
I may take some heat for what I’m about to say, but I don’t care. That’s the beauty of being not-20-something: I don’t give a shit what people think. But you’re here reading this, so I’m going to tell you what I think. <Begin rant.> If you are actively dating–as in, seeing and chatting up…
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My Type
I clearly have a “type.” If I’ve learned anything since I started dating 18 months ago, it’s that. He’s typically tall. Handsome. Witty/funny. Loves music. And (probably the most defining characteristic) he’s emotionally unavailable. Hell, he could be short and bald with no personality or talent and if he’s emotionally unavailable, I’d probably be attracted. I think…
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