When I block a guy, I don’t have to go through the motions of hoping and thinking that it’s him. Because it isn’t. Because he can’t get through to me.
“Have you thought about selling your iPhone with Flappy Bird on it?” Mike from Tinder asked me, one day before...
I know that the power in a relationship falls under the person who cares the least…and as awful as it sounds, I’ve grown to hate being the person who cares the most.
Relax and live a little, she said. It’ll be fun, she said. You won’t get hurt, she said. And true to her nature, she’s dumb as hell for thinking that.
Richie was a weirdo. I’d already decided this 30 seconds after we matched on Tinder.
You know, I’d always heard horror stories about how painful waxing is. It’s not like I hadn’t experienced it in a smaller dosage – I routinely got my eyebrows waxed. But there is a huge difference between getting your brows waxed and getting a Brazilian. HUGE.
A few months ago, I received the most unique message that I’ve received on OkCupid thus far. And by unique, I mean something other than “I like your boobs.”
Out of curiosity, I asked my little sister and cousin how they meet boys these days. They gave me typical answers to be expected of teens: parties, pools, summer camp. One answer surprised me, though – Instagram.
My feelings have been hurt many times by the good ol’ RR…including by my dad. My own FATHER, y’all.
I texted him that day that I had a perfect night (mistake #1) but didn't hear back from him. After a day, he texted me back that he found my panties in his room, but I figured he would only text me that if he wanted to see me again, right?!
My friend Lenia was in town for the weekend. We caught up over sushi and plum wine in Cobble Hill when she mentioned that one of her OkCupid matches wanted to meet up with her that night. As she showed me the text, I noticed his name before anything else – Mitt.
I deleted my OkCupid profile at the beginning of the year. I figured that I needed a fresh start. I had it for a good 24 months, met two douchebags and a handful of creeps who sent really uncomfortable messages. The page had bad vibes, man. So I started fresh and made a brand new one.
I double-dog dare you to shoot the link to a douchebag that’s currently ignoring you. Because it's NOT like he’ll respond ANYWAY.
What I don’t have are non-negotiables – dating deal breakers. It’s not like I’ve dated tons and tons of guys, so there aren’t any huge no-no’s that I’ve established.
Turns out "just being friendly" can quickly escalate in a guy's mind to give the impression that you're actually a completely insane psycho stalker.