We met almost a year ago. The first time we met, we wouldn’t stop grinning at each other. We had the worst sushi waiter ever. He did the whole stretch-yawn-arm thing and I impatiently asked him if he was going to kiss me. He then did this voiceover thing that was something like “if I kiss…
Category: Dating
The Tragedy of Happiness
“I miss your posts.” a friend told me recently. “You just don’t seem to post so much.” It’s true. I think as a rule it was easier to think of things to say and lessons learned when life was full of awkward online dating stories, sorrowful recalling of past relationship wrongs, and hopeful beginnings. I’m…
It’s Beginning to Feel a Lot Like Christmas
Today I sent out Christmas cards. This may not seem like a big thing to you, but to me it is monumental. There was a time in my life where I was the Queen of Christmas – where I had my Christmas letter written, printed, folded and sent by the day after Thanksgiving. My house…
The Verger
“Imagine what you could be, if only . . . “ When I was in junior high, we were assigned to read the short story THE VERGER by W. Somerset Maugham. You can read the full version here: http://www.sinden.org/verger.html The shorter version: Albert Edward Foreman was the verger (lay person) of St. Peter’s in Neville…
The Bureau of Happiness
It was just a drawer. But he offered it to me with such openness and excitement that I got overwhelmed. Never before had I been offered space in someone else’s haven. I had asked for it several times – and been first offered a corner here or there to stash some stuff, and eventually been…
Rearranging Poetry
I’d walked by it for months and left it untouched. But finally I turned around and knelt down and started moving the pieces back up to eye view. It was magnetic word poetry, given to me by friends. When I first put it on my fridge, I’d ask my friends to make a phrase or…
Tasting the Cake
I lied about my first kiss. Not the one from the boy named Billy who defended my honor back in kindergarten. But the one in high school that I told my classmates about, rather than admitting that no boy had tried yet. It happens. But it’s a shame when it does. Because when I finally…
Dating at Fortysomething
“I used to not have a problem putting myself out there,” my friend Randi said. “I’d go out, date guys, no problem. But then I got in to the more geeky side of things and when I’d flirt with guys they’d get this deer in the headlights look and I’d get self-conscious and now it’s…
The Final Box
It was a short email. “I’m finally down to the last little bit of stuff to get out of [the place], so please let me know when and how is best for me to get a small box of your things to you.” You would think after over a year, I would be done with…