Liza Persky clarifies her positions on some important issues.
By Liza Persky
With the world's attention focused right now on the upcoming election, and people deciding on where their candidate stands on the issues, it got me to thinking about where I stand on the issues. The issues of dating, that is. Dating is political. If you don't believe me, watch an episode of "The Bachelor." Each week, those ladies, and I use the term loosely, are up for the vote, and depending on their position on the issues, or how many shots they can do in a hot tub, they either get sent home or survive to campaign another day. So, with so much at stake now in our country, and in the event anyone who reads this is interested in going out with me, here's where I stand on The Issues:
Married people wear rings to show that they're taken, so why can't single people wear rings to show they're available? Find out what these ladies think about the special ring for singles.
Check out our original blog post about the single ring here.
The other day I was sitting in Starbucks drinking my six-dollar milkshake that was posing as coffee, and I overheard a conversation at the next table between two guys. One seemed to be consoling the other and telling him, "It was all OK." Because I had nothing better to do (other than wait for my barista to put out free samples of crumb cake), I listened in. It seems the sad guy had cheated on his wife, and was now clearly regretting his decision. He hung his head and said, "Well, I guess on some level I was destined to do it because of my DNA."
In an effort to meet the man of her dreams, our dating blogger ends up feeling more alone then ever.
By Liza Persky
In my never-ending pursuit of meeting a mate, I did something I hadn't done in forever. I took a class. I didn't want to take anything I've taken before to meet guys, so that eliminated a lot from the list. You haven't lived till you've been so low you actually thought you'd meet a guy at "Knitting Your Future." So, I signed up for a class at the New School called "Cooking for Singles."
Our blogger gets a workout after an elevator romance goes sour.
By Liza Persky
I'm having a hard time getting past my latest failed relationship, and the reason is in my closet.
I was recently swept off my feet by Randy. We work in the same building and took notice of each other during our morning elevator trips. That elevator ride was all that I looked forward to each day. (And the fact that it was over by 9:30 am tells you what kind of month I've been having.) A month ago he finally asked me out. The first thing I thought was, "What if we date and then break up and I have to avoid the elevator every morning?" (I work on the 17th floor, so you can understand my concern.)
So here's the thing: texting may be the end of all of us. I know it's supposed to be a quick and cute way to get closer, but really, I think it's setting us up for being farther apart then ever before.
Can revisiting your past relationships help you get the one
you really want?
By Anna David
When you're single and frustrated, you consider all kinds of
options: Internet dating, speed dating, lowering your expectations. At some
point -- possibly after the awkward coffee date with the five-foot-four-inch
guy who swore he was six feet on his Nerve profile -- you start
reminiscing about your past relationships and maybe even toy with the idea of
rekindling one of them.
There are pros and cons to documenting your every date in a
diary. Here, one woman makes a book out of hers.
By Anna David
My journal used to be the recipient of all my dating woes.
No boy I had a crush on or went on a date with or kissed was safe from being
analyzed, obsessed over, and potentially torn apart somewhere in the pages of
my most trusted object.
Women, over and over again, date the same bad-for-them guy.
Why don't we see the warning signs?
By Anna David
For some of us, dating can be like Groundhog Day -- and I'm not talking
about the holiday where the groundhog emerges and either does or doesn't see
his shadow; I mean the Bill Murray movie where the exact same thing happens day
after day.
Some basic snooze guidelines to handling the one-night
stand...post-sex.
by Anna David
We've all--or most of us, anyway--had the requisite
one-night-stand. We've done the walk of shame--probably in the little black
dress that seemed infinitely more appealing when we first put it on the night
before, with mascara smudges giving us raccoon eyes. So what is the sleeping
etiquette when you both know that this is just a one-time thing? Are you
allowed to plug his nose if he's snoring or simply get up and leave? And can
you count on some spooning?