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

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 […]

One Week Turns Into Two…

It’s was almost two weeks ago when Mr. Midwest and I said our (rather odd) goodbyes. I was happy-ish with the way things ended. And also tired. Of trying. I tried hard. I thought. To do all of the things to “make it work”. Whatever the fuck that means. Like I’ve done so many times […]

Dead or Alive

Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?  There seems to be 2 schools of thought. In one, people break up and never, ever, EVER, speak to their ex again.  Jane Wonder wrote a fabulous post on this and labeled the method, Dead to Me (I’ve since mentioned it repeatedly on this site). Other people try to […]

Speaking of Men Who Can’t Get it Up

There was no delicate way to start this post, so I figured I’d dive right in.  Last week YourTango posted Male Take: When He Can’t Get An Erection (smart post, you should read it if you haven’t already) and it jogged my memory about a post I meant to write ages ago. Two little stories, […]

I Can’t Breathe

As I’ve mentioned before, M knows about this blog. He has, on occasion, even commented on random posts (and yes, they were about him).  He doesn’t read it everyday, but it would be wrong for me to write much about what I’m thinking and feeling right now. So I won’t go into too much detail. […]