Seeing Trainwreck, Being Catfished, Pluto and Other Assorted Misadventures in Dating

I always forget to post my articles which are published on other media outlets on my blog. So here is one which was published a few weeks ago. If you don’t want to miss what I’m writing online, you can follow me on Facebook or Twitter. I always promote my published articles on those social media channels.

Below is the beginning paragraph and you’ll have to pop on over to Stackedd Magazine to finish reading. But if you want to comment, you’ll have to come back here because they don’t allow comments. Thanks for reading!

The day before I saw Trainwreck, the man I’d been dating for the last six weeks made an impromptu visit to my house at 4 pm on a Friday after enticing him with some sexy texting and vague promises. The day before that, we had gone on a romantic date where we ate flatbread and sampled delicious wines and walked through a hollowed out giant redwood cedar that had been struck by lightning. The purpose of the date was to discuss the future of our relationship. I desired monogamy, which he’d broken the week prior. He brushed my hair behind my ears and kissed me in that penetrating way on a bridge over slow-moving water. He told me how “amazing” I was and that letting me go would be a “mistake.” And then, we slipped into the woods for heavier petting on a stone bench. But before he left my house that Friday, after we both fulfilled vague promises, and after he looked me in the eyes for so long that I couldn’t help but look away, after we sipped champagne in my backyard and he quietly smiled at me while I watered my garden in a flowing, blue negligee, he said, “I’m not ready to stop dating other women.” Click here to continue reading.