Tag Archives: single life
This Excited Guy
This Fresh Prince– The Opening Act
Ladies and gentleman, my future husband.


Just Like Cinderella
I am going to the FIDF (Friends of the Israel Defense Forces) gala tonight, and I’m feeling JUST LIKE Cinderella. Except instead of a new blue ball gown, a twice-worn short black dress that may or may not fit. And instead of gleeful mice helping me get ready, a family of beady-eyed rabid rats scratching at my balcony door. And instead of a horse-drawn carriage, a delayed 6 train car with two separate puddles of urine. And instead of a fairy god mother, my jewish mother texting me right after I post this to ask “so who’s going tonight?” And instead of Prince Charming, a balding jew in finance.
Basically we’re both blondes.
Well, this season we’re both blondes.
Sassy Pedicurist: Freeze the Eggs? Not a gift.
Discussing my upcoming 33rd birthday…
Sassy: “You buy yourself something nice?”
Me: “I was thinking I’d freeze my eggs.”
Sassy: (head in hands)
Me: “I take it you don’t approve?”
Sassy: “A new dress is gift. Nice dinner. Long massage. Date with good man. Freeze the eggs? Not a gift.”
Me: “I think it is. It’s a smart, proactive, responsible decision that will relieve some anxiety.”
Sassy (pointing to adjacent customers): “Now you make EVERYONE in here sad.”
I Shouldn’t Allow Myself To Be In a Flirting Situation When I’m Hungry
Always Be Honest With Your Dating App, Part 9
(Part of the Always Be Honest With Your Dating App series)
Dating: Two Perspectives
Me (looking at my latest dating match): “Aw, he’s a veterinarian! If he’s a vet, he must be a good person.”
Friend: “Or he’s a person who likes to stick his finger up buttholes.”
Right. Or that.
This Compassionate Guy
This Is Only Getting Worse
Having the flu means forgetting to put on pants before opening the door for the man delivering your milkshake. And by forgetting, I mean not caring enough.
Stop judging me, guys! Yes– I like milkshakes when I’m sick!







