“I used to feel so alone in the city. All those gazillions of people and then me, on the outside. Because how do you meet a new person? I was very stumped by this for many years. And then I realized, you just say “hi.” They may ignore you. Or you may marry them. And that possibility is worth that one word.”~ Augusten Burroughs

First and foremost, I love Augusten Burroughs. He is one of my most favorite reads EVER and I thoroughly enjoy that he is quote #141 on Starbucks cups. More »

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Fausto texted me and invited me to his place for a “romantic” home cooked dinner and wine. I hadn’t figured out a way to politely tell him that I never wanted to go on another date with him since he had basically told me he doesn’t value the sanctity of marriage, so I fell back on an old standby excuse, “I have the stomach flu. I’m staying in. All weekend.” The next day I was greeted with a lengthy e-mail (3 full pages when printed out) that started with a simple compliment about how “stunningly beautiful” I am both inside and out which then dissolved into a diatribe against eating meat which boiled down to how smart pigs are. He explained how much he liked that he was dating a vegetarian (dating?!?!? Uh oh buddy) and signed off the -mail with this sentiment:

“At it’s most basic, I suppose, first we fall for partners, then we slowly find out who we have fallen for.” More »

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I went on date two with Fausto. A brunch date at Aquagrill. A cute place. Not too romantic. No reservations needed. He wore a t-shirt and jeans and looked more relaxed than our first date in his suit.

Within minutes of sitting down he surprised me.

He placed a package wrapped in black tissue paper, tied with a black ribbon, with a cream colored embossed note attached. More »

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Ok. So…there is this guy, Lino, who is basically everything I am looking for in a man and I have a huge, HUGE GIGANTIC-BIGGER THAN A SUBWAY RAT- CRUSH ON HIM!!! So much so that I have to force myself to not become idiot babbling girl when I’m around him because I just get so flustered and stupid.

I won’t regurgitate everything I’m looking for since I’ve already spelled it out in my Dear Mr. Right blog post. Just know that he indeed was in my mind while writing that post (except he hates calling and is a big texter). More »

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Long greeted me with a hug and there was a flutter in my tummy as I took in his cologne that drowned out the stale air of the nursing home, and the warmth in his embrace that took away the chill of this Christmas Day.

“NO!!! NO! Do NOT start to feel this way about him! DO NOT! HE IS OFF LIMITS!” I squished the fluttery feeling flat almost instantly. More »

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At the end of a stressful day the last thing I want to do is go on a date or even THINK about going on a date. I just want to go home, snuggle under the covers wearing my granny panties, hoodie, and torn sweat shorts– read a good book and eat some ice cream cookie sandwiches. More »

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Fausto had gotten my attention by sending me a very thorough e-mail via a dating website. He made cute, funny comments about a few things I had mentioned and asked questions that delved further into my interests listed. He also shared with me a bit more about his likes and dislikes that expanded upon what I could’ve learned from his profile. From this initial email I could tell he was a very attentive person, which I guess comes with the territory of being a lawyer. We exchanged a few e-mails that weren’t too personal, but personal enough to allow me to feel completely comfortable that, yes, indeed he is a good person and no he is not after a wham bam get in my pants kind of date. More »

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Rushing to get off the subway I realized that in my haste to leave and not run any later than I was, I had forgotten to take one last good long look at the picture of the man I was about to meet Rey. I had gotten so caught up in our flirtatious dating website e-mail exchange that I never really looked at his pictures again after his initial “hello” e-mail. He was attractive enough in his profile picture but the content of his profile is what had really drew me in. The e-mail banter is what kept me interested enough to accept an initiation to meet him for coffee. I remembered that despite being twelve years older, he claimed to look younger and from what I had been able to tell, his 5′9″ lean swimmer’s build, dark hair with a touch of salt and pepper, and rugged facial features shaved off almost a decade. Unfortunately in all but one of his six pictures posted, he had been wearing sunglasses (because they were all pictures of him doing outdoor things in super fun looking sunny places), and the one picture of him without his sunglasses showed 3/4 of his face. More »

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So, who is Mr. Right? Well, that definition has changed and evolved over the years I’ve been single in New York. With each new person I meet there is always the possibility of finding something I adore or loathe about a person. So for now, the following description of Mr. Right should suffice…until I am swept off my feet. More »

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“To say ‘I love you’ one must first be able to say the ‘I.’ ” -Ayn Rand

It seems like a fairly simple rule to live by and after many failed attempts to love and be loved, I understand fully, the importance of the statement.

In 2004, I picked up and moved from a small college town in the midwest and away from my boyfriend of three years to reach for my dreams of becoming a big city architect. The relationship was, and still is, the happiest, healthiest relationship I’ve ever been in. It lasted another year after I moved away. In the end, it did not work out because I chose New York City over moving back to be with him in the midwest. Yes, my heart still aches over his absence, but he is now married and there is nothing I can do but keep on moving on. More »

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