Being dumped hurts. Being dumped a few minutes before your prom is just devastating. But sometimes, when you dejectedly go to the local hamburger joint in your prom dress, a boy named Bryan happens. I first heard this story this morning on the radio as I drove back to my office. Bryan Hayes is a…
Category: Dating
On Dating: Going Organic
I know I had mentioned having someone new and special in my life, but that was fairly short-lived. In reality, I think of him now as my shock absorber. He was newly in my life when I found out about my ex’s engagement, and his presence certainly cushioned the blow. In hindsight (which is always…
Walks on the Beach
True online OKCupid encounter* commences now (I even left in the typos): He: How are you? If you were walking on the beach and saw someone laying there buried in the sand, completely, with only the face barely peeking through, just enough to breathe, would you step on their face or walk around? Lol. (long…
High Maintenance
I used to think I was low maintenance. I don’t need expensive gifts, uptown dinners, wear a lot of makeup, spend hours on my hair, and dress in designer outfits that cost more than some small countries spend on food. I considered myself kind of the geeky girl next door. I was kidding myself. “You…
What Might Have Been
I try not to think about What might have been ‘Cause that was then And we have taken different roads We can’t go back again There’s no use giving in And there’s no way to know What might have been (What Might Have Been, as sung by Little Texas) This song has been going through…
The List
“It’s great that she is very attentive, but not what I need,” my friend told me in chat. “Do you have a list of what you do and do not need?” I typed back. “Not yet,” he answered. “I play the dating game by the seat of my pants.” Back in January 2008,…
Just Breathe
In and out, in and out, don’t hyperventilate, don’t overthink it, don’t hold it in, don’t forget to let it out, breathe, breathe, breathe, feel like you’re in labor, feel like you’re drowning, feel like you are barely awake, feel like the world is yelling even though everything is deadly quiet. Just Breathe. whoooooooooooosh. Feel…
Engaged, Number One
When I was a child, I lived on the Atlantic Ocean. I loved walking on the wet sand and seeing the footsteps I left behind. I loved to see the rippling waves moving ever towards me, criss-crossing themselves to reach the shore, and then swirling around my ankles before pulling whatever they could back out…
I’m Not Prejudiced . . .Part Two
I feel I would be remiss if I did not finish this story, even though it may cast a somewhat disparaging light on me. I did not reply to Trotter’s last email, but within a day or so, I got another one. “. . . I would still like to meet you for lunch one…