They had agreed the coffee date would be brief: a preliminary meeting, with dinner that weekend to follow if they both wanted it. It was a sensible arrangement. Nobody had to commit to a whole evening before finding out whether conversation could survive a drink. Conversation, as it happened, was…
Playful Escapades
Dry wit, domestic absurdity, and the occasional romantic plan that should have remained a draft.
The Poodle Had Better Plans
He was in his forties, on a first date, walking with a woman and her poodle. He had brought freeze-dried beef-liver treats for the dog, which is a thoughtful way to make a strong first impression with at least one member of the party. They walked and talked for about…
My Gym Crush and I Are Very Serious About Nodding
For about six months, she had been seeing a man at the gym. Seeing him was going very well. Speaking to him remained a separate project. They nodded. They waved. There was recognition, continuity, a certain reliability. In another setting, this might have counted as a working relationship. She was…
My Post-Breakup Apartment Became the Rejected Housewives Suite
I moved into a one-bedroom apartment after my breakup, expecting solitude. Within weeks, it had become the Rejected Housewives Suite. Several residents…
I Agreed to Move In Before I’d Finished Breakfast
“We should move in together,” Matt said over breakfast.
Your Date Has Heard Enough About Burning Man
Ten minutes into dinner, I knew that Ryan had attended Burning Man. Twenty minutes in, I knew he had been transformed by it. By dessert, I was…
I Mistook My Ex’s Bad Hair Day for Cosmic Justice
Two years after my ex cheated with a colleague, I saw him while out for a walk. His once-impressive curls had thinned. For one extremely undignified…
The First Red Flag Was Crocs. The Second Was My Reasoning.
A man once refused to kiss me goodnight because I was holding a croissant. “I don’t believe in breakfast,” he said, with the confidence of somebody…
Bob Investigates Whether Being Selective Makes Him Attractive
Bob wondered whether being selective made him attractive. It was a question with obvious practical limitations: if he asked a woman and she said no, he…
After the First Kiss, Please Don’t Give an Apartment Tour
The first kiss went well. Then your brain, keen to preserve the atmosphere, supplied a sentence about parking restrictions. This happens. Attraction…
The Car Ride Where I Compared Our Sex Life to Career Ambition
My wife, Laura, was talking about ambition during a drive for coffee. She could not understand people who said they wanted a different career but never…
Our Prank War Required a Peace Treaty
Sarah filled Tom’s home office with balloons. Tom opened the door, surveyed the cheerful obstruction, and asked whether this was affection or a change…