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Don’t miss out on love…

Obviously, I’m a big believer that love can happen anywhere, at any time.  That’s why I want you to imagine the following scenario. Pretend for a second that you’re a New Yorker waiting for the 6 train and you happen to lock eyes with a handsome stranger across the crowded platform.  You feel a jolt down to your pinky toe (and maybe elsewhere too). But then the moment passes. He gets on the train and you’re still stuck waiting with a sinking feeling in your stomach, wondering what might have been. more…

It really can happen anywhere….

Call it what you will — kismet, fate, destiny, divine will, karma, predestination — I believe in it. This is why it’s easier for me to swallow than most, perhaps, that two people actually fell in love over Instagram. more…

Should you instigate saying ‘I do?’

An interesting question was posed to me on March 20, National Proposal Day, and that is this: should a woman ever propose to a man? My snap response was “HELL NO!”, and I’m sticking to it. Here are my reasons why. more…

Oh for cripes sake…I can barely believe this.

For anyone who’s ever felt like a dumbass for dating the guy you knew was going to break your heart, just thank God you’re not as much of a sucker as Lindsey Vonn. Why else would the respectable, stunning Olympian not only date renowned philander Tiger Woods (that’s a whole ‘nother issue for a whole ‘nother day) but then admit it to the whole word on Facebook, as if she was proud of it? Some girls just never learn. more…

Weak sauce, I say!

Before I begin (and before you start sipping on the haterade) let me make a few things clear. A) I have never been engaged. B)  I have never been proposed to. C) I am in no way, shape or form an expert on marriage. HOWEVER, I am a woman who knows what she wants, what she likes, and who — like most of you — believe in romance. So when I heard that two women formed an agency which, in essence, takes all the romance out of one of the potentially most romantic days of your life — the proposal — I was disgusted. How dare they!
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Picture this: you’re traveling solo, en route to the airport. You’ve stopped at Hudson News to purchase a few magazines, sneakily shuffling Us Weekly in between the folds of Time and U.S. News & World Report and head over to sit while you wait for your flight. Though you should be focusing on all the worthy (ahem) reading material before you, you can’t help but do a quick scan of the room. Hello! Who is that handsome stranger with the excellent behind standing just two aisles away? Is he looking at you? How can you make this happen? What if he’s ‘the one’?

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Deal with it

Sweet Jesus, the ‘Friend Zone’ is actually a reality. Yeah, I know many of you (if not all) have been there, done that, gotten the shitty T-shirt that says “She is so not attracted to me at all, does not ever want to see my winkie and yes, I’m bitter about it” but now there’s an official term for your sexual dissatisfaction. Says who, you say? Well, that would be the Oxford University Press, thank you very much. more…

And the award goes to….oh, forget it.

In advance of this Sunday’s Academy Awards, I decided to focus on my favorite topic: men. Namely, the men nominated for ‘Best Actor.’ Though these guys are clearly all great thespians (Daniel Day-Lewis, I’m specifically talking to you) I had to wonder: are they as great in love as they are on the big screen? Should my fantasies exist solely on celluloid (now I’m talking to you Bradley Cooper) or should I truly be envious of their wives/girlfriends/pieces on the side? more…

It could happen to you….so watch out

You often hear horror stories of people using fake identities online, and one such tall tale actually became reality for a woman in La Mesa, Calif.  Beware!
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What does the Day of Love mean to you?

Every freakin’ year Valentine’s Day becomes an issue. When I was single, the question was ‘How should I celebrate?’ Would I go out with a gaggle of girlfriends in the desperate attempt to appear happy with my single status? Would I stay at home sobbing into a glass of wine bemoaning the fact that I had received nary a flower (even, alas, the one perfect rose Dorothy Parker was so fond of ruing)? Would I watch When Harry Met Sally on repeat, wishing I could meet a guy just like Billy Crystal, albeit taller and much better looking?

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