Four years ago, I bought a bottle of white wine, a pack of Parliaments, and muscled my way into the world of online dating. After years of being a stubborn holdout, I had finally committed to the possible discomfort of coffee with strangers. What I had not anticipated, however, was
In the 1989 movie Say Anything…, someone tells our brokenhearted hero, “All you gotta do is find a girl that looks exactly like her, nail her, and dump her.” Except I usually don’t do any of that. I just feel the flutter in my heart, and wonder why this
Back in college, I had a honking crush on this guy who hosted a syndicated talk show. He was a small, skinny guy—dark hair, nice smile, wore those black jeans and mock turtlenecks we all put our faith in during the mid-’90s. I’m not even sure what
“I’m in love with the barista,” I message my colleague in San Francisco one slow-moving afternoon. “Congratulations!” he writes back. “No, it’s the worst,” I respond. “I can’t concentrate. I’m being weird. It’s awful.” I sighed when people said his name. I had taken
