When I say romance, I mean erotic romance. The dirty stuff.
childhood crushes
Ninth grade. Kilts. Homeliness. Long hair. Center parts. T-Zone acne. I was in love with Mel Gibson, I was in love with Sting. I was a strange girl.
No matter how sweet, caring, or respectful Jeff was, or how well he treated me, there was one big problem. Jeff was black.
My story is living proof that Tinder is not just a "hookup app."
I've never had a breakup, not a real one, not one where you both decide that things are not working out, or where one of you walks out, not one that breaks your heart into tiny little pieces.
foot fetish
He gave me a novel about fetishes written in 1928 called "Story of the Eye" by Georges Bataille and halfway through the book I realized that I very very much wanted to have sex with this boy.
As wonderful as marriage can be, the fact remains that it’s an institution loaded with pressure.
Am I playing games or just trying to protect myself? Probably a little of both.
He held my face to his and told me: "I have a history of heroin use, but I’m clean, and I’ve been tested. Are you sure you want to do this?"
The truth is, we need one another, especially when our lives are complicated and difficult. Why make things harder by being needlessly cruel?
And as if that weren't awkward enough, I soon learned that I'd recently dated one of her best friends. Apparently the Jewish NYC dating scene is frighteningly insular.
Ah, the glory of the insta-relationship -- we didn’t have to waste time with trivial things like getting to know each other or falling in love.
When a resentful girl wrote in about bankrolling everything for her non-working boyfriend, this is the answer she got from Beck.

May 1, 2014 at 11:30am | 3 comments

They are REALLY not making love songs the way they used to.
I had two choices: Break up with John and lose Drew or stay with John and at the very least, grow a friendship with this man that had me feeling like I was going to throw up, in a good way.

Apr 23, 2014 at 2:00pm | 171 comments

Maybe all I can really take away from my experience is that you just never know what’s going to stumble into your life and change it completely.
We were best friends. You might say it was a brother-sister dynamic, except most brothers don’t spoon their sisters and kiss them on the mouth before bed.

Apr 13, 2014 at 11:00am | 34 comments

indepedent women
Nervous for the upcoming date, I confided in a friend. She asked me how he would know if I was attractive.
Not that anyone is particularly good at it. But still, I think I'm worse than most.