Blind Date

I think we can all agree that those hours leading up to the meeting time are some of the most anxiety-driven, psyche-wracking, negative thought-provoking moments of our short 20something lives.
I met my husband 43 years ago, on a blind date. Needless to say, it was successful. Over the years, I've noticed as friends compared stories about their nuptials, how many of them met on blind dates. I started to think about what made these blind dates work out so well. What did they all have in common?
When the time came for me to start dating again after my divorce (the subject of many dinners at the restaurant) it was suggested
In the Bronze Age, before Twitter and speed dating and online match-ups, men and women met each other one of two ways: at church, or via the newspaper classifieds.
Now that you are divorced or otherwise single, what are you looking for? You've probably been asked that question, or a variation of it, many times, and it's not always easy to pin down an answer.
When I first explained how we met to friends and family, I felt as if I needed to justify it. I'd say something like, "Well, my roommate tried it out and it seemed to work for him."
I love being single. It's fun. There's something exciting about not knowing what will happen next: Is he going to kiss me
On the afternoon of May 19, 2002, nine years after our fateful first date, eight years after Michael's prostate cancer surgery, seven years after Ruby's traumatic brain injury, six years after my mother died, Michael and I married in front of over two hundred of our family and friends.
You just never know what will happen when you give a man who isn't your husband your phone number. It may change a life.
That's exactly what Imgur user squisheemittensface tried to do before a recent blind date, though things didn't go exactly
Why are these men on dating sites if they aren't prepared to date someone longer than a few weeks? Why do men break things off when they're "not sure" or before they've even seen me in the daylight?
It's hard to not treat the ding of an incoming text message like a little present. But it's not. It's an interruption. We forget that the person in front of us deserves our attention and the person on the other end of that text message will forgive you for having a life.
I harnessed all the chutzpah I had to make a bold public request via Facebook and Twitter: Set me up on 30 dates for my 30th!
Exactly 20 years ago yesterday -- February 12, 1993 -- I opened the door for a blind date... and it turned out to be the door to the most beautiful future.
I say something I never should have said. Something that I find it hard to believe I said. Something that I'm still sorry and embarrassed and ashamed I said. "What are you," I say, "a lesbian or something?"
If you're a member of the online dating site OKCupid, you may have noticed that all profile photos have been blanked out