In a follow up to how to get your life together in order to meet someone instead of just whining about it, let’s now turn our attention to how to be married and do so successfully. That is should you decide to go that route. These rules also work for long term committed relationships if that’s more your style. Continue reading
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Most of us have been dumped. Sometimes it’s a long time coming and you’re not all that surprised. Sometimes it comes out of the blue (for you) and you’re stunned. Every so often it comes shortly after you were seriously considering doing the dumping, but decided against it, mentally recommitted yourself, only to have all that work be for naught.
No matter how it comes, these are the five stages of being dumped. Duration varies based on how fucked up your dumping was/your level of crazy. Continue reading
Let’s set the scene. You agreed to watch your best friend’s bird while she went on a month-long trip. You didn’t have experience in caring for birds, but she made it clear that all you had to do was clean the cage, put out new food and water every day, and make sure her place was not freezing cold. Pretty simple, right? What you didn’t know is that the bird recently figured out how to open its cage door, and it liked to roam around her apartment. One day you came home, the bird flew out the front door over your head, hit the cold outdoor air and dropped like a stone to the ground. What to do, what to do? Continue reading
Your friend, your cousin, your boss, your next-door-neighbor has just suffered one of the commonest calamities of life: being dumped. Do you say anything? And if so, what do you say?
As many times as you’ve heard and read and learned that “I’m sorry” is always okay and always welcome, it feels somehow inadequate. Well, here’s the thing, nothing you can say is truly adequate. That is why it can be so difficult to say anything at all. But we try, oh do we try. And often, we screw up. Continue reading
I’ve been told a number of stupid, terrible, or frightening things on first dates. But here are five of the worst. Continue reading
My therapist says I should take a break from the dating scene and “date myself.” You all won’t shut up about it. Here’s why I won’t do it. Continue reading
When I first ran across this handy guide by Barbara Seegmiller in a used bookstore a year ago, I fell in love with its kooky vintage greatness, for it is certainly creative and fun-loving and by following its rules you’ll definitely get…results. Published in 1986 with help from the English Department of Brigham Young University, it features a stern lecture from the then Associate Dean of BYU on the pitfalls of boredom in youth and boy does it deliver.
Packed with over 300 suggestions by the young in Seegmiller’s community on how to win over that special someone, CWtAfaD undulates wildly between the endearingly corny bad puns/clean cut fun of the ‘80s (i.e. “Give the person a pillow and with a note that says ‘Jane, I’d like you to go to the ___ with me. SLEEP ON IT, and then let me know!’”) and the clinically insane. Continue reading
On January 16, Ron Kirk, 46 of Las Vegas, sent his sister a text saying he was going hiking. It was the last anyone would hear from him.
Word spread to Chicago about a week after Ron’s disappearance that he had not been heard from in a few days. I immediately sent him a text to check on him. This was not the first time I had sent him this type of text. He was known for doing some pretty wacky things. One time he rode his bike down I-290 and passed out on the side of the highway. Another time at a big hash event he jumped in the Chicago River and went for a swim (the Chicago River is not the place to just go for a swim). He always ran without his shirt, no matter the temperature and made snow angels like a kid without a care in the world. Continue reading
I have been putting off meeting with two girls from grad school for the longest time.
One worked in the grad office with me throughout our time in school. We were ok friends; hung out outside of school and campus events sometimes, but she moved away for a while and we kind of lost touch. The other I had one or two classes with and I don’t think I ever hung out with outside of school or school functions. She was more of a colleague than a friend. I’ve bumped into both these girls around campus a few times since this semester has started, making a promise to have some drinks and catch up. We were supposed to get together on Wednesday, but they changed the location from my usual Wednesday hangout spot to one of their apartments. Continue reading
Last week, Gawker had an article about women who are desperate to get married and have a fairytale wedding. I never wanted to get married, but then a strange circumstance nudged my husband and I toward city hall. Continue reading