As you might have come to realize, romantic interest and desire for companionship doesn’t wane significantly as people get older. On the contrary, studies have ...
Loved talking to Dating Coach and Therapist Shoshona Polansky about On-line dating advice. She has great insights into how to jump start yourself and what to be...
Last month, I borrowed my ex-husband’s car to visit my son, daughter-in-law, and their little guy (read about becoming a grandmother here). As soon as I arrived at the parking garage, the attendant said, “I’m sorry, but the car’s dead.”
My ex immediately answered the phone when I called, arranged for a jump, and said, “call me along the way.”
He called me while I was driving, “everything okay? Call me when you get there.”
Pleased that he was concerned, I thought he was being dramatic. “I fine. I’m will.”
But I never got there. The car wouldn’t restart at the rest stop forty-five minutes from my destination.
My ex gave me the info I needed to get the car on the road again and where to drop it off. “Call me if you have any problems.”
My bestie, Sonia, sat on the phone with me until the car service showed up. Finally, on my way back into the city, I held my breath, clenched my butt cheeks, and drove the ninety-minute ride feeling sorry for myself. I missed feeling taken care of by my husband like he did so many years ago. I knew I didn’t want to be married to him, but then damnit, why am I crying?...
I recently discovered a dating coach on social media who put out a challenge — a kind of manifestation. She said, “instead of being discouraged by the stupid shit men do [my words, not verbatim from the dating coach], focus on the behaviors you like, and say to the Universe ‘Yes, please! More of THAT!’” I liked this idea of giving a thumbs-up on what worked instead of kvetching on the negative. Too many times I’ve shaken my head feeling discouraged, frustrated, and sometimes, downright pissy about dating.
For example, texting with obtuse men like Michael on dating apps.
Michael: How’s your day so far babe?
Me: Good! Thanks. Isn’t it a bit premature to use “babe” before we’ve even met? 😉
Michael: Babe, it’s nothing. It’s just a name to show how much I appreciate you.
Well, I hope you appreciate this, Michael: *Unmatch.* Oh Universe? No more pet names, please....
According to People.com ....Dating apps are de rigueur for finding potential partners now, but using apps once you're in a relationship hasn't been quite as commonplace. Usually, we'd be thrilled about that — more face time, less FaceTime, please — but then came 2020.
Dr. Britney Blair, a clinical psychologist and co-founder of sexual wellness app Lover, isn’t surprised by the transition. “Everything is digitized, and especially [during the pandemic] it saves you a trip to the doctor’s office,” says Blair, who adds, “Sex therapy, especially, can be time-consuming and expensive.”
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“I haven’t met too many women who I want to see again. But you…” he wiggled his stubby little forefinger across the white cafe table..”you are special.” It could have been a Crossing Delancey moment, except he was not the dashing Pickle Man and I was no Amy Irving. While I do dream about her curls and that cowboy hat, he was my exceedingly schleppy Match.com date and I was me.
“You are a nice guy but I’m not sure there is a fit here for us.“ I said with unusual bravado. I was really trying to save time....
Whatever your dating history, there comes a time in every single person’s life where they decide that actually, they’d quite like to be in a committed relations...
“Did you and your ex have a good sex life?” my therapist asked me, while we were trying to unpack why I stayed in my marriage for as long as I did.
“What’s a...
When I left the coffee shop with Jonathan, I had reached that moment on the date when I had to make a decision: how would I graciously end this?
We had matched on Bumble. We’d both attended Cornell and knew some of the same people. Before we met, we had a hilarious phone conversation. I had looked forward to the date, but when we met, he wasn’t exactly what I expected. He was overwhelmingly big in personality…and underwhelming in stature....
While always taking care of your health, can there be dating and love after COVID? Absolutely. The following actions will help lead you out of your PJs, into the fresh air, and into a world that waits to know you. If you stick with it, you’ll find your partner out there who is looking for you too....
I walked into the swanky hotel lobby bar dressed in black jeans, black shear blouse, black boots, and my favorite red shearling coat, furry side out. It was a ‘look at me’ outfit. I felt like Carrie Bradshaw.
“Where do you live?” I asked, covering the ubiquitous ‘get-to-know-you’ questions.
“Chelsea, but you’ll never see the inside of my place,” he gibed....
I tried to keep my eyes on the puzzle but I couldn’t help observing my daughter—now a young woman—gaze at her lover. People say she looks like me with her turned up nose and heart-shaped face, but her coloring is all her dad’s side of the family: deep, deep auburn hair; creamy porcelain skin with a smattering of peachy freckles; and light colored eyes—one blue, one light brown. The soft light of the fire danced across her face, illuminating her happiness....
We had a romantic start: museum dates, rooftop bars, cozy corners in restaurants, two snowed-in weekdays in March, sexy text banter. We felt like we were in a rom-com montage. Those early days were heady with lust, dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin—a cocktail of feel good hormones.
But those early love-floods hid the cracks beneath the surface....
My new Bumble profile went live.
I held my breath. Newly separated for four months, I had packed some bags and moved to Los Angeles for the summer. It was the adventure I needed.
On Bumble, I mostly swiped left. Occasionally swiped right. I matched. I chatted with men within the app. I tentatively shared my cell phone number. I finally agreed to meet a man for lunch in Venice Beach. ...
I had been on a dating spree after the New Year when all the dating apps are most active. I went on a bunch of dates, met a few nice men, all lovely in their own right, but not right for me. I saw one man more than once, John, a widower from New Jersey, who was kind and polite—maybe a bit too polite—but lovely, nonetheless....
“Please, can we keep him, please? He’s so Good on Paper! Please!” my best friend whined at me through the telephone, sounding like my children hoping to keep a ...
It was the first Third Date I had been on since my separation. He was cute, younger, and funny. But I knew with the third date, there were expectations, especially after that Uber ride with him at the end of our last date—hands groping, tongues entwining....
“How could I have been so stupid? I don’t even recognize myself anymore. I always thought people who went through this should just get a clue, work on their self-esteem and walk out the door. So how could this have happened to me?” ...