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

I Made the Call

So I tried. As much as I dreaded it, I knew that the right thing to do was to call the Sunday Boy and tell him the deal. That it had been fun, blah blah blah… I’d been stressing about it so much, and then finally I realized it really wasn’t that big of a […]

And So Now (I Guess) I Need to Unfriend Him

I have limits. Real limits. As in, there is a limit to how much I can deal with at one time. So if a bunch of family or health or business stuff is stressing me out (or all 3) I just CAN’T deal with anything else. The dishes don’t get done, the laundry piles up, […]

News/Not News

Is it news to say that I didn’t see Sunday Boy on Sunday? I was feeling, after our last “date” (so not a date), that we might not see each other again.  Our convenient situation was starting to feel wrong. For many reasons: I am now 97% sure he’s read this blog and what I’ve […]

He Planned to Stay the Night, but Didn’t Bring a Toothbrush

Human Beings are odd creatures. They are. We are. I saw the Sunday Boy, aka The Younger Man, this weekend.  On Sunday (go figure). We mixed it up a bit. Instead of my heading out to his ‘hood and then us going out to dinner (our norm), he came over to my place and we […]

How Did You Make That Happen?

A short thought for this morning as I’m supposed to be at Blogher right now – often, I’m asked by people (both here on the blog, in emails, and in person), “how did you make that happen?”   As in, how did you end up with this whole Sunday Boy (aka The Younger Man) thing? […]