
Finding a life partner using the internet is like trying to find a needle in a haystack. A recent New York Times article about online dating said the solution was to burn the haystack. It did make perfect sense. I have my set of dating parameters. I should stick to them and delete any men (the hay)…

I sent a text to Russ. “Arrived.” No response. I waited a bit longer—maybe thirty seconds—still, no sign of him. I sat and thought about my next move. Was he inside the restaurant? Should I go in? I could feel my heartbeat quicken. I was worried I was being ghosted again. I pulled down my car’s…

What do you do when every warning bell in your being says this guy is not for you? You get curious, and you agree to meet him anyway.

These dating failures began taking a toll on me. I was quickly losing confidence. I recalled my mother saying, “There is a cover for every pot.” My pot lacked one. I had to change course. I hate to make the initial contact, i.e., the girl calls the boy. Rejection could blast my ego right out…

My daughter asked me why I was going out with Saul. “You know what he did, Mom,” she said. “Why bother with him? He makes poor choices.” “Made,” I said. “He made a bad decision and paid for it. I think people deserve a second chance,” I told Elizabeth. ** Since I started dating, I’ve made…

After ruminating over the mysterious email, I decided to confront Reed about this phantom correspondent. Whoever the writer was, she got herself into this predicament, so she would have to get herself out. I planned to send her message to Reed and follow up with a few questions. I called him at 3 p.m. my…

I try very hard not to get discouraged with online dating. You never know when a smiley face might end up being the real thing. But I have standards. If someone is seriously seeking a partner, they’d include of photo with their profile. I get angry when someone contacts me and I don’t know how he…

Girls need their BFF’s. It’s a fact of life. We don’t always understand guys. I needed some help figuring out Philip. So I called my best friend, Mitzi. I met Mitzi at a bar while having dinner with my brother. The three of us began chatting and I discovered Mitzi was a writer. That was…