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…

You’re so vain

I want to make one thing perfectly clear, people. I am one of you. Only of a certain select subset. I am one of the Beautiful People. I know this with certainty because I was voted into this exclusive subset months ago. What? You’ve not been? Aw. Shame. Of course I jest, people. Not about…

Shiny and new

Man, this is hard to admit. But it’s oh so true. I want to remain shiny and new. In love, at least. New love–the kind where the other person’s heart skips a beat when they see you. And yours when you see them. Who doesn’t love that feeling, right? It’s not that I don’t love…

Wrapped up

Some of the best presents come in wrapping we are not sure is for us. If we have asked for a shiny diamond in a Tiffany’s blue box with a white ribbon, that is probably what we look for under the tree, in the stocking, on our pillow. So, if what we see there is…

Get over yourself

I think life is trying to make me a humble warrior. It’s an earned title. A warrior denotes someone who is battle tested, who has shown strength not just once or twice, but over prolonged periods of hardship. Someone who rushes headlong into the fray when necessary, who prefers resolution of some sort to running…

The doctor is not in

I am no couples counselor. In case you were wondering. My friend—we’ll call her Rita—seemed to think I was the right person to come to for relationship advice. She was looking for new ways to inject fun and spontaneity into her relationship. “You don’t want to ask me,” I assured her. “But I just did,”…

Cue handsome rider on white horse

Ok, so maybe his white horse was a BMW. But the effect was somewhat the same. If you follow my blog, you’ve heard me wax poetic about how independent I am. How I was raised to be self-sufficient. How I don’t need a man to complete my life. I did not lie. All true. I…

The starving writer

Dentists don’t have this problem. Maybe I should have been a dentist. Or an accountant. Accountants don’t get asked these questions. Our expectations are low for accountants. I made the fatal error of sharing in my online dating profile that I am a writer. And I haven’t been able to have a decent restaurant meal…

To the men of online dating

Got it, Bucko? I. Don’t. Want. To. Be. Your. Everything. Or should I say, everything you want me to be. Online dating is not a fave of mine (see here and here). However, as many of you know, I was coaxed into joining a couple of sites by an editor who asked me to write…

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may . . .

. . . unless your aged gardener has a crush on you. In that case, learn to love hothouse flowers and stay the hell out of sight. I offer you this pearl of wisdom free of charge. Well, it’s free to you. I paid for it dearly. We’ll call him Carlos. Names have been changed…

The sexy seesaw

If you were expecting some kind of graphic image, you’re on the wrong blog site. Shoo. Go on. Now that we have that cleared up, I’m talking about the changing version of “sexy” as we age—the sexy seesaw. Why a seesaw? Because some old adages are true—with age, comes wisdom. Most of us get wiser,…

More reluctance. Less adventure.

Ok folks, I give. Enough of you have asked for an update on my online dating adventures that I’m ‘fessing up. In my previous blog on this assignment, I admitted to being the reluctant adventurer. The only thing that has changed since then is I have even more reluctance and a lot less adventure in…