All posts tagged: Relationship

Crossing the Rubicon

Crossing The Rubicon: Navigating the Facebook Relationship Status

Today’s post comes courtesy of my former flat mate and partner in crime, Meghan.  Meghan and I lived together in London and we spent hours “researching” the male sex during our time abroad.  I’m really excited about her story; for starters, she’s a web writer and a social media consultant (i.e. a damn good writer) and her tales of relationship woes always crack me up.  In addition, the subject of today’s post is rather near and dear to my heart (for reasons I’ll explain tomorrow).  In the meantime, enjoy! This side of last year, I was 23 and I’d never been in a real relationship.  I’d never called anyone my boyfriend, and as I finally relocated back home to the east after three years away (two in London and one in Las Vegas), I didn’t see that changing any time soon. I spotted “Adam” across the floor at the cavernous Casbah night club in dear old Atlantic City. 6’4” and sporting a serious Jersey white boy swagger, I knew I was staring at a welcome …

Break Up 101: How to Dump (or Get Dumped) with Dignity

Nothing from nothing but if you’re dating a woman who writes a blog about… well… dating, you probably shouldn’t send her twenty two text messages when she finally comes to her senses about your relationship (or lack thereof) and decides to call it quits. Nor should you email her.  Or send her Facebook messages.  And you certainly shouldn’t send duplicates of the same messages just to ensure that she gets them. Trust me: she gets them.  And you’re not doing yourself any favors when you call her names and accuse her of being a drama queen.  (After all, she’s not the one who’s sent 22 text messages, now is she?) The good thing about breaking up with a man who’s made you miserable for the past six months is that the actual break up causes very little pain.  Mind you, I use the term “breakup” loosely because it’s hard to break up with a man who never wanted to be your boyfriend in the first place, but I’m proud—if somewhat mystified—to report that I shed …

Signs of a Good First Date

Here’s how a first date is supposed to work: Man shows up on time—even a bit early—and politely asks the hostess if it would be possible to get a table now, as opposed to half an hour from now.  (Check.) Man greets woman with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and discreetly-but-not-presumptuously places his hand on the small of her back as they’re being led to their table.  (Check.) Man and woman engage in such animated small talk that the waiter must come by three times to inquire as to whether or not they’ve even looked at the menu.  (Check.) Man wholeheartedly supports woman’s decision to order red sangria as opposed to white (thank goodness—that could have been a major deal breaker), then proceeds to order an entire pitcher. (Check.) Man and woman exchange online dating horror stories, fill each other in on what was really going on in their heads during the wedding reception where they first met (turns out his story is almost as good as mine) and confess their “nerd” …

So About that 50th Date…

Last week I launched my official 50th Date Challenge.  For those of you just joining us, this entailed re-writing all of my online dating profiles (yes, all three of them) to be perfectly frank about my blog, my serial dater tendencies and my desire to celebrate my 50th date in style with something (if not someone) special. So, how’s this portion of my experiment going?  Well, in answer to your question, Kate, not very well. I’ve gotten three dozen “So and so wants to meet you!” notices from Plenty of Fish but I stopped reading these long ago.  I’m convinced that the majority of men who frequent P of F are illiterate anyway (hence their inability to compose actual emails) and I highly doubt that any of them took the time to actually read my profile. I’ve reactivated my eHarmony profile once again and let’s just say I’m no more enamored of matchmaking services than I was the last time around.  I’ve begun the “guided communication” process with a couple of prospects but eHarmony likes …

From Dating to D-A-T-I-N-G

Since Date #17 is still too busy studying (doesn’t he realize I have to go on dates in order to write about dates?) I’d like to offer a few thoughts on the strange and rather bizarre process of transcending the single life, or, becoming somebody’s girlfriend. As several of my readers across the pond have pointed out, there are major differences between dating in the US and dating in UK—so much so that I spent an entire month dating an undergraduate when I lived in London (or so I thought) come to find out that we weren’t actually dating.  We were going out every Friday, and making out every Friday, and as far as I knew, this was an exclusive sort of thing (until I got pissed off at him during our international Thanksgiving potluck and went storming off to Chinawhite in my new cherry red heels for a girls night out with my flat mates) but we were not, according to the Englishman in question, actually dating. Rather than attempt to untangle these transatlantic …