The grand unified theory of matchmaking states: If someone else is the friend, you are the favor. I don’t care. I take referrals. More
The Dating Project
Dating with a view to marriage is no other thing than work. I am a writer in New York, but Sex & the City this ain’t. Carrie had friends who weren’t repopulating the planet. She had fancy shoes. I have fuzzy Crocs. I get commuter rail and Brooklyn birthday parties. She got limos and glam soirées. I actually exist.
This is a project and it is a schlep. I used to believe in surgical strikes, now I’m carpet bombing. I’m on three different dating websites. I ask total strangers if they know anyone single because I have dated the pool of my friends’ friends’ friends dry.
Somewhere, someone is going to make me laugh and swoon. I haven’t met him yet. I’m trying.
I hope it will end. Happily.
At a certain point in the dating project, most men flirting with me were other women’s husbands. The Captain, an ex I had dated around More
After standing Sarah up on their second date, the Economist sends another surprising email: I'm flattered. I like you. But I can't. More
Hair washed, giddy about date number two with The Economist, I was applying my date face when I got an email in the late afternoon: More
The Economist and I met online, and then we met in person at my favorite date bar. We became those people on a first date More
The Composer has all the qualities I seek–funny, generous, blue eyes, Jewish–except that he's married to a man. More
I need you to know I was out there this week, trying. More
As his impending visit draws near, Sarah's misgivings about "The Martian" peak. More
Sarah meets a would-be suitor she's profiling for a magazine, but can she really mix business with pleasure? More
Sarah learns that if there's one thing you should never do when you're feeling "blue"–it's date. If only the man she met on a recent More
When a journalist friend said that his tall, Midwestern, funny Jewish buddy was in town and I should meet him, I said yes. I hadn’t More
We met at a charity event. We exchanged numbers. That’s the way it’s supposed to work–no set-up, no Internet, no middleman. If only we'd spoken More
Has Sarah thrown in the towel on her search for Mr. Right? More
Sarah finds her latest date compelling, but is her attraction enough to overcome his unusual profession? More
Sarah declines a date from a suitor almost twice her age, who in turn for her rejection offers 'interesting' life advice in this brief email More
Sarah's latest date is a six-degrees-of-separation blind setup–and disastrously her total opposite. More