Exes and Whys

[...] .  Chaperoned, of course, but with a good deal of freedom. And now for the main event! 4/6/01: Dear Diary, No guy has had me so whipped for a long time! I think the last time I was this crazy about a [...]

[...] was artfully sketched on April 25, 1995: The accompanying diary entry is from April 23, 1995: Dear Diary, on Friday I went to the roller rink.  I couple-skated with (drumroll please!)  Jason!  As [...]

[...] May 7, 1995: Dear Diary, I just got back from Washington, D.C. with my church's Youth Club. There is this one boy who [...]

10/3/95: I think I finally know what everyone means by "Lovesick." I have a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach kind of like a roller coaster ri [...]

[...] tale, the kind of thing that I previously thought only happened in the movies, not on a second date! It was a fantastic playlist, too: Buddy Holly, Ben Folds, The Swell Season, Dean Martin, [...]

[...] that equation equaled everlasting love, but it apparently didn't even warrant a second date. Bachelor #2: On our very first date, he made laser sounds ("pewpewpew!  pew!  [...]

[...] of his privacy, and hey, I’ve never dated a Nate!). When Nate found out, on our second date, that I write a dating blog, he admitted that it was somewhat strange that he might end [...]

[...] months ago. The guy I alluded to dating in my previous post got really creepy prior to our second date. He started sending me texts that were gratuitously vulgar, even by my standards. Thinking [...]

[...] A: I met Kevin at a bar in December; we talked for a couple of hours and he asked for my phone number. I started dating someone shortly thereafter so while Kevin and I chatted a couple of times, [...]

[...] a couple weeks ago I grabbed a spoon.  For the first time in ten years, I gave a guy my phone number without the aid of liquid confidence.  It was a guy I had talked to on a few occasions [...]

[...] and laid it all out for him, something along the lines of, "I'm going to college in a couple weeks and will probably meet a guy there and we'll fall in love and get married... but not if I [...]

[...] was great, but now it’s time to try some new flavors; see what else is out there! So a couple weeks ago I grabbed a spoon.  For the first time in ten years, I gave a guy my phone number [...]

[...] and break into an even more ridiculous spontaneous dance and we shared an obsession with the Brooklyn Bridge. From the very moment I met him, I felt comfortable and happy and was able to be myself [...]

[...] , a Republican who actually voted for Mitt Romney), who did not appreciate baseball OR the Brooklyn Bridge and also smoked, broke every rule about what I wanted in a man. He didn't laugh. His fear of [...]

[...] to get free drinks when I went there. Icing on the cake. But the story is not over. A couple months after that happened, I found myself with a boyfriend... who made me happy most of the time, [...]

[...] that his last name was literally "Hard." After that #fail, I dated Brian for a couple months and there wasn't anything inherently wrong with him. I should note, however, that this [...]

[...] stop crying, was to collect everything that reminded me of him and pack it into a box: ticket stubs, photographs, dried rose petals, cards and notes from him, lotion he got me... eight [...]

[...] ready to move on.  It was a gradual process, comprised of throwing photographs and ticket stubs away one month, deleting his number from my phone another month, finding a cute boy to [...]

[...] him try on clothes for an hour, someone who later dated my roommate, someone who sent me a breakup playlist, someone that hurt me so deeply that I picture him being dismembered in various ways when I [...]

[...] now I'll let myself be coddled by my family and friends, eat whatever I want, listen to my breakup playlist and go to sleep hugging a box of tissues. That's what will get me through the moments every [...]

One of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, as far as men are concerned, was cut Eric out of my life. It should have been the easiest, considerin [...]