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

Instantly Breakupable Offenses (With Apologies to VSB)??

As I’m sure I’ve mentioned before, I lurve the site VSB. They crack me the hell up. Today they did a post on Instantly Breakupable Offenses, which reminded me of a conversation I had recently, where I was basically accused of being a pushover because I said I wouldn’t automatically break-up with a guy who […]

Sometimes, “I’m Sorry”, Isn’t Enough

I’m sorry. Two little words. I don’t know about anyone else, but for me, those 2 little words can sometimes feel like the most important words in the world. That’s right, more important that, I love you. Note: I don’t put much stock in ‘I love you’. But that’s for another day. When someone I […]

Words Don’t Mean a Thing

I’ve been thinking about this post. Thinking about it and thinking about it. And no matter how I try to shape it, I keep on going off on wild tangents. So consider this your warning. Wild tangents ahead. I don’t know why, but the other day I was thinking about a conversation I had with […]

And He Lost Me

It seems that, a few weeks ago, I’d given my phone number to a couple of men.  This was back when I was still kinda seeing Mr. Midwest and trying to figure out where that was going. Anyway, these two guys both started calling me in the past week.  Each with his own apologies and […]

Damned If I Know

I think of myself as, primarily, a storyteller. Every once and a while I’ll share a how-to  (which usually is more of a “how I did it” than an actual how-to) but one thing I never do is solicit questions from lovelorn readers. Sometimes, though, readers come to me with their questions. And they know […]