The Next Chapter

For anyone wondering what I’ve been up to…. I started a new blog! My dating life may have reached its natural end, but the adventures continue as The Match and I attempt to swirl our lives together. Marriage, kids, moving in, religion, parenting, education, culture, extended family. There’s a lot going on, and you’re welcome…

Story Time

This is my 100th blog post, and it comes just after my one-year WordPress anniversary. In honor of this momentous occasion, I’d like to tell you a story… For the past four and a half months, not a day has gone by that I haven’t caught myself marveling about how much I love The Match….

Open

The catharsis of my recent post was intoxicating. I have likely fallen off the radar of any regular readership, if such a thing ever existed, but it doesn’t really matter. So here’s a poem to keep the momentum going. “Open” The part I like least Is my fear of the other side Where grass is…

Unlocking the Door

When I was a kid and spent an inordinate amount of time in the bathroom, my dad would shout through the locked door, “Did you fall in?!” Cute, right? Any extended period of isolation chalked up to calamity rather than choice. A few days ago, I was reminded of this childhood memory when I got…

A Dating Blog With No Dating

The danger in having a blog that is largely centered on my dating life is that one day, I will quit dating, leaving me with little to no blog content. And lo and behold, having fallen madly in love with a handsome nerd who makes me unbelievably happy, I now find myself facing the aforementioned…

Sometimes You Just Know

Snapshots from today: 8:15 am: The Match insisted on making me breakfast without any clothes on. I returned the favor and made some naked coffee. 8:45 am: We discussed the necessity of a solidly choreographed first dance “if we ever get married,” then we got real about what we actually wanted (a visit to the…

Treasure Chest

Most of the time… I write to ward off the forgetting, To crystallize the moment, To graffiti the hero With mustache and rabbit ears, For my memory is kinder to me Than I deserve. But sometimes… I write to build monuments, Ineffable, flawed memorials To the sweetly fleeting moments, The trappings of nascent love, For…

The Mystery of Timing in Relationships

“What do you think it is that makes us different?” The Match asks me. We’ve just finished devouring giant slices of cake — lemon for him, coconut for me — at an Italian coffee place in the city, the second stop on a recent summer weeknight date. When I’d shown up earlier that evening to…

Can We Talk?

I fear that my blog will start veering into saccharine territory unless I begin covering topics beyond my relationship with The Match. And I promise that I will do so, but first, a few things relevant to The Forty. When I sensed that things between my new guy and I were rapidly becoming serious, I…

Get Comfortable With Uncomfortable

My anger isn’t anger. It’s love, Marinated in disappointment, Wrapped in upset, and Drizzled with exasperation. My sadness isn’t sadness. It’s love, Steeped in anxiety, Blended with fear, and Garnished with hurt. My sad-angry-love isn’t peaceful, A tangled heap of conflict I hold with open palms. Breathe in, breathe out. Get comfortable With uncomfortable.  

Limbo

Or “Making Peace With Absolute Uncertainty” It’s been a few days since my blog took an uncharacteristically dramatic turn in real-time. I’ve never shied away from the ugly truth here, and I won’t start now, so let me just admit that I’ve been a bit of a wreck. This stems in part from the mental…

Aftermath

What did I think would happen? I used romantic comedy references to explain how I was feeling, but I certainly didn’t expect a romantic comedy resolution (which, by the way, would have looked something like The Voyeur showing up at my doorstep, offering a short, dramatic monologue before telling me he loved me too, a…

40. The Leo

Or “How I Realized I Didn’t Know Myself As Well As I Thought” Or “How My Dating Life Turned Into a Series of Rom-Com References” Let’s start with The Leo. In case you were wondering when you’d meet the guy who’s been reading the blog as a means of figuring me out, here he is….