Man, Type Three: The Surrealist
When you look at a painting by Salvador Dali where he’s got a pocket watch melted over a tree branch or a lion jumping out of…
Why I Hate Men (It’s not what you think)
First things first: Happy Easter Monday (Easter Monday, in case you don’t know, is an internationally-recognized holiday whereby you run to your nearest convenience store at…
The End of the Story
As it turns out, nothing has changed between you and me. Even though you pause to hand me the morning paper when we say our goodbyes…
Like Clockwork: What Men and Trains Have in Common
There are few things in this world more reliable than the Swiss rail system. I know this because when I was 17, I blitzed from Strasbourg…
A New Challenge for the Big Five-Oh
Last week I received a Facebook message from a public radio producer in Canada. It’s contents? Well, to be honest, it took me a good ten…
It’s the Time Again: My Single Male Friend Friday!
You know those guys who are just too good to be true? They’re gorgeous without making a big show of it, they’re well-dressed, they’re polite and…
My Non-Existent Single Male Friend- I have an excuse!
The Reasons for Today’s Missing Single Male 1) The dog ate my homework. 2) I wanted to give last week’s Single Male Friend another week in…
Are Standards Shallow?
Earlier this week, fellow blogger (and mastermind of Musings on Life and Love) Dennis Hong accused me of “getting shallow.” I told him that I’m not…
My Worst Valentine’s Day Ever, Part II
Valentine’s Day 2004: The honor of my second-worst VDay goes to my first boyfriend as well. (Sorry.) Although I didn’t realize it at the time, I…
My Worst Valentine’s Day Ever, Part 1
Pour yourself a cup of coffee and, if it’s after noon in your country, add a shot of your favorite adult beverage because it’s time for…
My Best Valentine’s Day (Obviously Not This Year)
Valentine’s Day. You had to see it coming. I can’t write a blog that’s primarily about dating and let the holiday slip by unnoticed, even though…
Boys and the Blogosphere
It’s no fun being sunburned when the majority of your daily interactions include two rather rambunctious dogs and a gaggle of equally rambunctious preschoolers. Don’t touch…
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