The lineup

I am dating again. No one in particular, just dipping a reluctant toe back in the water rather than watching the group-swim from a lounge chair beside the pool. My reluctance toward online dating is epic in this blog. Here, if you have any interest in that diatribe. But I’m not in diatribe mode at…

Out of the straightaway, into the curve

I am jarred every time. I can’t get used to it and I don’t think I want to. As I flip through the dating app, swiping left and right as if perusing clothes on a rack, a friend’s ex-husband appears. Oy. Forgive my lack of eloquence. What to say? I still can’t get used to…

When British authors go dancing

I agreed to the wine tasting. That was it—just a wine tasting. When a friend asked me to go dancing at a local restaurant that turns into a complete pickup joint every Friday night, I turned her down in no uncertain terms. “No way. I met a guy for drinks there once and it’s heinous….

A love like that

Fighting my tired eyes, I promised myself I’d read one more chapter of the book I’m trying to finish before going to bed a few nights ago. And then I came upon this passage: “In October 1969, I met Regina Ann Walsh, Genie, object of thirty-seven years of passion and devotion . . . hippie…

One of THOSE people

My friend Matt, from the vantage point of his long-term relationship and semi-retired life, often decides to “fix” my life. I find this particularly amusing and endearing because he is a big bear of a man, at about 6’4”. His MO is about as far from “Dear Abby” as you can get. And yet. I…

Love is in the air

“I didn’t mean to steal your heart,” he said with a smile, gazing into my eyes. Which is when the checkout clerk said, “That’s not her heart. It’s yours. It comes free with the flowers.” Yes, dear reader, if this was a romance novel rather than my blog, he would have uttered that phrase to…

On the mutually exclusive: Deadlines and pretty packages

I blinked and looked at the photo twice, just to be sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me. They weren’t. There, on the back of this potential online dating match’s shirt, was a line that read: “I’m not gay. But $20 is $20.” Charming. Needless to say, I swiped left and closed the app….

Are we so very fragile?

My friend called me late at night with the worried tone in her voice she usually gets when contemplating global warming or the potential extinction of the Western Lowland gorilla. But the object of her concern was not global. Instead, it sat just a bedroom away, in tears. Her college-aged daughter was weathering a breakup….

For what it’s worth

My friend and I were out to dinner with my sister on Christmas Eve. My sister had asked about how dating was going after divorce. My friend answered: “Kristine and I are just trying to find men worthy of us.” At the time, I thought it a rather high-handed way to describe what we were…

I am not those other girls

I am not those other girls. You know. The ones that believe every story and think the sun rises and sets on your every word. The ones that don’t quite match you in gray matter. The ones that make your brow furrow and your eyes trail off into the distance as you realize they cannot…

Espresso, anyone?

I recently asked two male friends for an honest opinion. “Am I going to scare men–do I scare men away–because I am a strong woman? Am I really that different from the other women you know?” I asked from the heart. I truly wanted to know. Not that I feel I can greatly alter who…

Just keep swimming

She missed moving water. She missed seeing the stars in the night sky, the others swimming alongside her. She missed the rhythm of her days. It had begun in such promising fashion. She saw the lure, shiny and sparkling in the sun. She took it. And that is when the glass walls around her went…