Growing up conservative, I was convinced that my role in dating as a female was to be pursued. But in reality, the "friend zone" turned me into the worst possible version of myself.
On attending a cocktail hour for single people at Brooklyn's Morbid Anatomy Library and Museum.
Writers tell us their most frustrating, embarrassing, hilarious-in-retrospect breakup stories.
You know, if you want.
I've always had a weird thing about going to restaurants alone — let alone doing so in another country. How a bakery in French Canada forced me to get over it.
I graduated college and collapsed into an unemployment-fueled depression spiral. I had no idea that a chance encounter with a certain red-haired celebrity would yank me out of it.
Farewell, Ben from Tinder. I'll never regret that right swipe.
Go ahead, skip the gym today. We won't tell.
The definitive guide to approaching your crush in every situation, for every level of courage.