I haven’t posted anything of late because there isn’t anything to tell. I’m moping, miserable, and heartbroken, even if I was more delusional than anything to have thought that My Great Romance ended up being not much more than a notch on Behinder’s ever-widening belt.
But as Goblin said to me the other day, Behinder […]

More brilliance from Sexagenarian in the City:
He told me last night that when he first met me I seemed ‘whacky, zany, and independent,’ but now I seemed ‘needy.’ I came right back with a denial of that word: I’m not needy, I said. I need an appropriate amount of love, and you’re withdrawing yours and […]

I shared with Goblin earlier that I’d decided to devote today and tomorrow to feeling sorry for myself. To cry as much as I could and wallow in heartbreak the way only a 30-year-old woman can: by listening to Soft Cell’s Tainted Love, eating fat free chocolate pudding pops and laughing at how her methods […]

I hate using the word heartbroken, because it reminds me of some sort of emo-filled teen angst song. But right now, that’s about how I feel.
Behinder has finally come clean with me. He’s sorry for leading me on and acting seductively, he says because of his “emotional idiocy”, he didn’t think what it would do […]

So I had two people ask me to email them or post here the Christian Carter/Date.com newsletter clip I spoke of yesterday. Fair enough. I checked with Carter’s folks, and they have no issue with me reprinting it, so here it is in its entirety.
Yes, I’ll readily admit this is a much longer post than […]

I’ve noticed a theme in the past couple of years in my dating life. I meet someone, its intense and lovely, and things are humming along nicely for a month or two. Then I’m suddenly sideswiped by The Talk: he’s met someone else and its already in full swing. When I ask what happened between […]