Breakfast dates. Kinda awkward sometimes, right? I don’t know who these people are that go on breakfast dates, but it’s just kind of weird to me. Like, there’s clearly no possibility of going home with the other person, you just sort of awkwardly part ways afterward and carry on with

For one reason or another, I’ve super been into listening to the Frank Sinatra Pandora station lately. I don’t know if I’ve taken to rebelling against myself to the point that I’ve circled back to what I’ve always thought would never happen: listening to literally the same music my parents

Didja ever notice when watching pretty much any RomCom, that the plots are almost always super implausible even though they’re meant to make us all be like: “Celebrities (pretending to be real people): JUST LIKE US!” Well, I did. And I’ve also blown the lid off of what the deal

So your parents are visiting, and there is a possibility your boyfriend will meet them. You super casually mentioned this to him, and, in order to gauge his receptiveness, again, verrrry casually (but like a hawk!), studied the reaction on his face for any signs of dread. Terror. NAUSEA. Most

I assume that for those of you out there who have time to do luxurious things like buy pants and go on dates, the latter can be pretty expensive… not to mention how hard it is to find the right ones to begin with (well, I guess that’s true for

This post may or may not have been inspired by my Halloween costume idea of being Kate Bush. Don’t steal it. Anywhozle, I was just wondering, guys, you know how you do sometimes- if you put characters from Victorian novels head-to-head, evaluating their date-worthiness, who would win? Well, your lifetime

Relationships and dating can really whisk you away from reality sometimes. So much so that people can tend to lose themselves a little bit and do things that might be out of character, compromise their integrity, or just wind up being a really terrible mistake. Here are some situations you

I have a confession to make. Sometimes, I can, uh, go a little temporarily mad, to paraphrase Norman Bates. Not in a murdery kind of way or anything, but more in an obsessive/stalkery kind of way when it comes to stacking myself up against exes of current or ex-boyfriends. This