"You're a very pretty girl," he said. The hair on the back of my neck literally stood up, and my stomach clenched in that all-too-familiar way.
Fifty-five must be a really scary number to men because I -- seemingly overnight -- went from a dating feast to a dating famine.
In the new book "Goodbye to All That," 28 women writers describe loving, and eventually leaving, the city of their dreams: New York.
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Euphemisms are generally creepy, and the way the clinic uses the word "quiet" whenever they are trying to chemically dismantle a healthy, vital physical system leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
i'll try anything once
Unfortunately for me, I didn't really understand what I was doing when I transferred, so I watched trains spin around me in a haze, wandered around several levels, possibly entered Narnia, and finally asked a policeman for help.
home state
Because I also live in a state of goofy hypothetical questions.
where to live
I'm never fully satisfied with where I'm living. When I'm there, I want to be here. When I'm here, I want to be there. Why's the grass always gotta look so much greener?
If this article had a soundtrack, it would just be Britney singing "Slave 4 U" over and over and over.
the jane dough
Here are my love letters to the coulda-woulda-shoulda friendships on the 4, 5 and 6 trains.
"Bumbershoot" is late 19th century American slang for an umbrella, in case you didn't know.
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The diversity you see when you step outside for 2…

May 19, 2011 at 9:48am | 0 comments

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I only feel mildly creepy about snapping this cool stranger in Manhattan.