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Wedding Hangover
I have a major hangover. No, I didn’t drink too much again… In fact, I didn’t drink at all. I have what I affectionately call – a wedding hangover. Single women all over the world know what this is by definition: Single girl with no date + beautiful wedding of a close friend to a great
I Do, I Do, I Do
I LOVE weddings. The only hangover I’ve ever gotten from a wedding wasn’t even my fault – it was the first time I’d ever seen an ice sculpture of a tree with branches made of vodka bottles. It was also the only time I ever woke up next to a bridesmaid. Sometimes, even the worst
Bye Bye, Nice Guy
Okay, so you saw this coming from a mile away. There will not be a 4th date with the Nice Guy. I will give myself a pat on the back for this one, however. I did not take the chicken shit approach that had been done to me in the past. I did not text,
“Nice Guy” No Longer Applies
Saw it coming from a mile away? How about from the Hubble telescope – without the telescope part? How about from my crystal ball, which is indistinguishable from the bottom of a beer bottle? How about from the minute you showed his Facebook profile to your girlfriends and their response was a collective yawn? Yeah, I
No More Mr. Nice Guy?
I had Date #3 with the Nice Guy this week. My brain tells me I should like him. I should really, really like him. I do… But I don’t. And it’s pissing me off. So how do women do it? How do they settle for the nice guy? Date #3 was at my house. I’m still not
Nice Guys Finish… Never
I was the nice guy once. It happened in third grade. My troublemaker friend Tommy got the cutest girl in the class because he was, well, bad (“bad” in those days meant looking up the teacher’s dress or passing notes in class). I was, well, good and the only thing good got me in third grade
Post Op Epiphany?
So now that my surgery is over and I’m unfortunately out of my fantastic painkiller haze, I find myself licking my wounds. Not my surgical wounds – my dating wounds. It’s April. I am officially ¼ of the way through my “If you build it, He will come” year. But I just realized something. I
First Cut Is The Deepest
If it’s not one thing, it’s another… Just when you thought it was safe to begin the celebration of your recovery from surgery, you’re forced to assess the progress (or lack thereof) of your 2010 dating plan. Are you sure it’s not too late to sign up for more surgery? So now what do you
In Case Of Emergency
I’m having surgery today. Medically, I’m not usually that big of a scaredy-cat, but for some reason, this time I’m totally freaked out. I know, I know, everything will be fine, I’m a healthy person and this is just a bump in the road. So I should just sit back, relax and enjoy the anesthesia.
Marital Status? N/A
Emergency contact? Isn’t that the same as “plus one,” but without the alcohol? OK, maybe not. But any time we have to check a box or space on a form, we seem to find ourselves assessing our place in life in general – and we often don’t like what we see. My pet peeve, on
