I Got Stood Up on Valentine's Day...TWICE

I was recently asked in a comment on my LMDLM part two post:“Do you find online dating has gotten better over the years or is making society more reticent to commit, due to having so many options?”And until I ruminated on my reply, I didn’t realize I’d never really tracked it in my copious notes or my like a teenage girl’s memory for details. However, it took about ten seconds to process and to write:...more

How Do You Feel About YOUR Sex Number?

Now we all know that our sex number is just a fact that says little or nothing about who we really are but most of us BELIEVE differently because with numbers come competition and judgement, from within and without. With numbers come allegedly quantifiable standards and comparisons. With fucking numbers, we’re suddenly Susan all Olympic athletes in the bedroom and our scores ARE who we are. What. ...more

The No Show That Showed Me I Could Love

So. Before I elaborate on my ongoing relationship with Edith, I’m going to wedge in Sean Henry. Though not in chronological order, emotionally this is where I divulge about a sacred contract I never even met who shifted my entire perspective of dating. Permanently....more

Can You Fall For Someone Without a Single Kiss? aka He Was My Edith Wharton

So. I met E. after a completely single summer, being both Ingmar Bergman interior shot and Danny 3.0 forward....more

Dating PTSD Is Real

Notes from three years ago:Suddenly Susan, I’m all like I’ve been given a Novocaine shot to the heart. I just don’t give a rat’s ass...about ANYTHING. Not not dating. STILL. Not being/ becoming a nun. AGAIN. Not even about Spanky. I’m really just numb. Very ho hum pig’s bum. Like, what the fuck? ...more

Do Your Exes Boomerang Like Mine?

When I write a post in real time versus years later with the keen eye of hind sight, it’s a whole other like out of body experience, dude. Just saying. Because I’m telling you as it happens and really? Who can make this fucking shit up? #notmemanSo. This is my rumination about the approximate 80% return rate of men I’ve spent any amount of time with as well as the final installation of my Danny 3.0 tryptic. Oh, how apropos....more

Note to Self: Great Sex Is NOT Love

You know, it’s so funny to I re-read my copious notes from when I was in the very thick of whatever emotional rodeo I was participating in at the time. It’s very clear to me now how much of a teenager I was in POF years then and how much shit mattered to me. My angst and anxiety meter was never off/ often off the fucking charts. #exhausting ...more

The Gift That Keeps Giving

So. Here’s the up to date skinny:I am still not OVER over Danny 3.0. Though I’m not actively mourning the possibility of a real relationship with a potential kindred spirit, I’m also not NOT. Got that double negative which as we all know is actually a positive but in this case, not so much? That is to say, he’s not consciously living in my every waking moment anymore but he’s certainly still commuting in on a regular basis #hopeisafourletterworddude...more

Compromise at First Click

Warning: if you’ve never had the unique and exceptional pleasure of personally experiencing online dating for any length of time, this phenomenon maybe a tad surprising for you. Or not. FYI, living in a PlentyOfFish(POF) world, it’s a pretty big fucking bummer to write about but then, that’s my job as Lucy – to breathe and bleed intel from the front lines, just for you. You're welcome.To be on the same page, some definitions of compromise are:...more
Welcome to the world of dating after marriage, kids and divorce. Starting over ONLINE is whack, ...more

He Didn't Take the Rejection Well, Let's Just Say That

This is an awkward post because it’s like a long and unpleasant – mostly just for me I hope – postscript to two other posts: “Yo, Dude. I’m Not Dutch” and “Just Talk to Me; Communications 101”. It’s also embarrassing because I have to out myself AGAIN as the fucking worst when it comes to taking my own hard won advice. Times two!...more