Blogs from the City
Thumb Love: A Keypad Romance
I couldn’t write about dating in the 21st century if I didn’t talk about texting and the role it plays in this techno-age world.
FAKE IT ‘TILL YOU MAKE IT: Feeding the Male Ego
So I was out for drinks with a few friends the other night, when after a long conversation about sex, one of my MALE friends made this statement:
10 gifts to get your guy
Oh no it’s that time again! It’s time to get your man a gift. Just when you got him something for the holidays, another gift-giving holiday has crept up on you; you have no idea what to get your special someone. Well, lucky you! Three Day Rule has the Top 10 gifts to get any man.
Dating Divorced Men
All my life I have been the “guys girl,” whether it be skateboarding with the boys as a pup, batting cages as a teenager, or riding motorcycles and fixing up old Chevy trucks as an adult. I have been surrounded by men, wherein these men would forget I was a woman and speak freely, divulging any and all information, secret fears and thoughts about life, love, misery and the pursuit of happiness. I have been trusted with information I will take to my grave. What I CAN share, I will share in the form of advice..
Recently I have come to terms with this fact: I am now of the age where the men I date will either be in the process of, OR recently divorced. To me, neither of these is off-putting nor a deal breaker, even if children are involved. Entering into a relationship of any sorts, with a man who must check the divorced status as opposed to single, can be tricky, and must be approached systematically.
We as women LOVE very few things as much as we love our men. SHOPPING is one of those things and even this “guys, girl” loves a good retail therapy session now and again.
That said, dating a divorced man is similar to purchasing clothing at a Vintage Retailer or Resale Boutique. Think of this man as if he were the Chanel Perforated Flap bag. This particular item was sought after by every girl from the time we were able to reach our mother’s make-up counter, a classic piece, flawless lines, well made and aesthetically appealing, thought to withstand any ideas of buyers remorse.
But throughout the years the seams began to fray, alterations became too tiresome and it was no longer the everyday purse. Eventually not even a “once a week,” it was more along the lines of “once in a blue moon” and the idea of keeping it confined to the closet, only to fill the space between, seemed unfair. Now, the bag is freed from the confines of the previous proprietor allowed to roam freely amongst the others.
This bag is new to the store, it will look a little out of place, and its flap may hang a little lower with the weight of defeat. DO NOT be the first to perk the flap! Let the woman with the Meth blond hair, acrylic nails and a skirt that bears resemblance to your college mid-term papers (long enough to cover the subject, yet short enough to keep it interesting) take first crack at it.
Allow the purse to remain on the rack, with a little room to breathe and take in the new environment, a chance to be desired by others. This should not be an impulse buy.
He loved her most when she loved him least… Da Games
To all you hopeless romantics out there,
Yes, this blog title is pretty cynical and yes it is written on a canvas in my living room. Most importantly, it is completely fucking true (and apparently….I am now swearing).
Don't settle. Don't rush. Know your value.
The morning after the papers were signed was a rough one. Laying in my parent's guest bed, I peeled open my eyes that were practically glued shut from dehydration. Through the haze of too much red wine and too many tears I realized that I had to face my new life as a divorcé.
Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened. – Dr. Seuss
It started out as a crush – and admittedly, I knew he was married. Although, I only knew him for a matter of days, there was something about him that intrigued me. I can’t eloquently express exactly what I was feeling, but quite simply – I knew I liked him. He had a gentle touch when he hugged me, he had an endearing smile when he looked at me and we both felt the connection. There were no awkward silences – I let my guard down pretty quickly and needless to say, he did the same.
Why not to add your new man to Facebook (Mark Zuckerberg is gonna hate me)
I know this entry is going to throw off a lot of stalkers, but please be advised that if you don’t follow my advice, I am not responsible for anything that happens there after. Also, I should mention that this rule only applies to those who are dating someone that they did NOT know on a friendship level previously.
Man-Up Ladies: Why it’s Good to be the aggressor
It all began 10 days ago…