There should be a warning before reading profiles. Warning: scrolling through these profiles may induce eye-rolling and headshaking. There should also be a warning to manage expectations when going through photo galleries.
I’m ready to get back into the dating game. I purposely called it a game because that’s exactly what it feels like. I’ve been on and off dating apps since my twenties. These men claim they want relationships, but their behavior says otherwise. I don’t want to go back to an app, but there’s no other way for me to put myself out there. Even when we were allowed to roam about freely, I had to resort to apps. I was not meeting The One at the grocery store, subway, bookstore, movies, concerts, book signings, plays, comedy shows, Brooklyn Bridge, doctor/dentist office, work, Greyhound, Amtrak, Lyft share, JFK airport or other places.
Arlene knows her son’s wedding wouldn’t be about her, but it would be a great opportunity for her to showcase her cooking skills. The forty-seven year old, five-foot-four office manager feels she missed her calling as a caterer or chef. Friends make requests for her buttermilk dipped, cast iron skillet fried chicken, and her son Akim returns to his home in upstate New York from her Bronx apartment with a suitcase filled with his mom’s signature mac and cheese, made […]