Life
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What Are You Lookin’ At?!?
I heaved my lazy ass out of bed early this morning as part of my training for next week’s 5K — even debuted my Run Against Bush t-shirt! But there was one thing that I noticed during my run, and all of my prior runs around Washington Square Park: there’s this guy who hangs out
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The Blogosphere is Smaller Than I Thought
Had a great time at the Gothamist happy hour last night. Despite showing up somewhat late, I was able to chat with many of my fellow bloggers, some of whom I knew and some of whom I met for the first time. At one point, I was introduced to a blogger to whom I had
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Laissez-Faire Dating
It has been a long while since I’ve been in a mutual, committed, exclusive, serious, long-term relationship. During the course of my single-dom, I have engaged in various and sundry permutations of “dating,” from brief encounters, to longer-term situations, from “this has no future, but it’s okay for now” to “I could imagine the possibility
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Graduation/Yay Maine Update
I’m finally home early enough that I have more than five minutes before crawling into bed exhausted. So now, the weekend update. The weekend started out with a road trip. Haven’t done that in ages. But, you put three single women in a car, and the subject always comes back to guys. At one point,
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Dump-o-Rama
Deb, of Smitten, in an attempt to cheer up a friend who got dumped via text message (how lame is that?!), has been collecting “worst breakup” stories. Strangely (and to my relief), I can’t think of anything to add from my own life, certainly nothing quite as hideous as some of the stories people have
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The Return from Down East
I made it back from Maine — my brother successfully graduated from college, I survived my final college party (co-llege!), and I managed to have lobster in one form or another four times in three days. What more can you ask for? The full report, I suppose. Tune in later in the week for the
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My Love Life (or Lack Thereof) for Your Entertainment — An Update
Earlier this week, I impulsively signed up for the NY Post’s Dating Game. Why? Not sure, really. At the time, my thought process was more like, “why the hell not?” I was scheduled to go in for my headshot today, but have since thought of several reasons not to go. As my dad said, it
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My Love Life (or Lack Thereof), for Your Entertainment
On a whim yesterday I submitted an application for the New York Post’s “dating game.” I returned home to a voice mail from someone at the Post wanting to schedule me for a headshot. Now this could be interesting/humiliating/terrifying. I really have got to stop smoking crack in the office . . .
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Wanderlust, Part 2
I have to thank everyone for their input on last week’s post. I promised to fill you in on my thoughts on the matter, so here they are. First of all, I have lived in three places (basically): Washington D.C., but never as an adult; Boston, mostly for college, but for a few years afterwards;
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Mean Girls*
Not sure why I’m obsessed with Bridget Harrison’s columns lately, but her column this week is sort of a counterpoint to her prior two articles. This week, she attempts to get the male New Yorker’s perspective, and concludes that they think that “girls are mean.” Mean?! Mean, my ass. The guys she interviews come forth