Real stories about dating and relationships in New York City. Truth is more interesting than fiction.

Mishaps Happen and the Magic of 3

So I had to cancel my date tonight. I live in one of those wonderful old buildings in NYC that everything thinks is charming. And it is. Except that the plumbing is old, too, and several times a winter we are without heat and hot water for hours at a time. It was that way […]

Making My Own Space

Last night, one of the many things I blathered about was the fact that I am constantly (re)negotiating what is on and off limits for me to write about. That might seem bizarre to some of you. It’s my blog. My rules. What’s the issue? This is a really big deal for me. How much […]
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Some More About Me

People make all kinds of assumptions about one another out here in cyberspace. I’m pretty new to it all, and I find it all kind of bizarre and frightening. I just started this blog a few months ago. Prior to that, I was aware of personal blogs and had read a few that friends kept, […]
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Something Else I Need to Learn

I hate nosy people. HATE them. I hate it when people butt their noses into my business. I hate it when family members invite themselves into my personal life and ask me about things that I feel they have no right to know. I hate it when co-workers ask me about my family and upbringing, […]
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1 of 3

This is the first of three posts I plan on writing tonight. All are quickies and this one is more of a jumble of ideas than a coherent post. Oh well, it is what it is. The first comment left on my last post, I REALLY Hate the Phone Thing, was left by someone suggesting […]
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