concern trolling
My boyfriend concern trolls me and it's really annoying.
I decided to trust Eric, believing his relationship with Angie was clearly innocent. Yeah, that didn’t work out so well -- they got engaged last month.
you are the advice columnist
Our size difference is so noticeable, in fact, that when a mutual friend introduced us, even she couldn’t get behind the idea that we’d somehow form a relationship.
How could my cherished and super-lovely professional boyfriend have pined for a woman who made a career out of selling sex?

 And if she fucked guys for a living, was she far better in bed than me?
Did I mention that a huge part of always having a boyfriend is to literally have no standards?
To think, I actually used to consider it cute that he couldn’t fall asleep without old episodes of “30 Rock” blaring from the laptop on his nightstand.
I called his office, he told me that his phone died, that he forgot his charger at home. He’d call me later. 10 days of nothing. He disappeared.
I swear if you sliced my last boyfriend open you’d find him to be 70% Del Taco, 20% gatorade and 15% frozen fish sticks. Also: he was bad at math.
Being in love isn’t an option. You wish it was and you would love to say that your relationships could last more then a night, a week, a month, a year but that’s not your reality.
First of all, there's no crying in baseball. Second of all, it's not yours unless you catch it. Third of all, I don't make the rules, I just live by them.
bad fashion
Because we met at work, I had no idea what atrocities were waiting in my boyfriend's casual wardrobe. Think "your dad on vacation in Florida in 1989."
I was baffled that he wouldn't stand up for me. I don't know what a sibling bond is like, but I couldn't imagine allowing anyone in my life, no matter how close, treat him in a similar fashion.
the frisky
Last Sunday, John informed me we were going to do a juice cleanse.
chronic illness
When you’re young and you have issues with your mobility that aren’t obviously signposted by something visible like crutches or a cast, it brings you up against some fairly unpleasant attitudes.
you are the advice columnist
the frisky
When I spend the night at my guy’s place, there is no makeup mirror.
I always envied my ex-mother-in-law, who has what I consider to be the perfect cohabitation arrangement with her boyfriend of 20+ years. He lives in the upstairs apartment, and she lives downstairs.
Lack of personal space, in my opinion, is the root of all evil.
How do we manage if wine features heavily in our lifestyles, so my trust will be constantly in jeopardy?
I think he’s ridiculously good looking. I just think he needs help sometimes.