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Dating is a Sport
Allow myself to introduce…myself. I’m Tripp, a dating coach in sunny Los Angeles,
California. People often ask me, “Why would anyone need a dating coach?” The ones
who say that are either in very successful relationships or in great denial of their
poor dating skills. Here’s where I come in. I help people understand that, just like
any sport, dating and relationships take practice. You don’t get good overnight. You
need time and training.
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.
Prude
From the emails I received, all of you wanted to know one thing: did I? Or didn't I? A true lady doesn't kiss and tell, and (get ready for it) what happens in Vegas, stays there. But, I can't leave you hanging, so here is what I will tell you. Brace yourself because it's not what you think.
My Two SweetE's
The day has finally come. After 4 days of waiting, 3 days of shopping, 2 dresses purchased (my credit card will thank me for the large payment I will make once I start that new job), the day has finally come for the wedding that is “no big deal.”
Call Me Crazy
Could it be? Are my eyes deceiving me? It’s none other than Brad the Clooney calling…to invite me to a wedding. A wedding? I mean, I just met him at freaking Short Stop 1 week ago! Is this guy crazy? How weird.
Cleanse the Palate
Saturday was a big turning point for me – not only because I spontaneously went on a date with Straight Edge Matt on the same day that I met him, but because I started to overcome my B.B.S. (Bad Boy Syndrome for those of you who didn’t catch my last blog). Meeting Matt has helped me realize that I don’t need a guy with tattoos, a record, or emotional unavailability (or all of the above) to get me going! I have a bona fide crush on a good, normal football-loving, gym-going guy for once. I mean, who cares that the sexy Clooney named Brad from Short Stop never called me? I don’t even know that sucker, so why would I care that he’ll never wrap his tatted up arms around me? Okay, maybe I’m not cured of B.B.S., but, I’m trying. I recently read that the best way to cleanse the dating palate is to date a nice, drama-free, and down to earth person. And that, my friends, is what I’m doing…until Brad calls…kidding ☺