Happy New Year! Now, which of you had a dirty midnight snog, and which of you stood in the middle of a room of people groping each other, entirely excluded from the exchange of saliva at midnight? It seems that you have either one of two options when ringing in the New Year—kiss someone, or 
I’ve always spoken out quite publicly (ranted on my Twitter) against online dating, and I’ve been poo-pooed by almost everyone for it, even, allegedly, my biggest fan (you know who you are). People always come at me with the classic “don’t knock it until you try it” reasoning, at which point I snidely respond, “I don’t 
I was dumped recently, and along with the advice of my mother to freeze my eggs, a good friend simply said, “There’s plenty of fish in the NY Sea.” And the more distance I get from the dumping, the more I can’t think of a better place in the world to be dumped. Because it’s 
Dating in New York is like dating in a fairytale – all escaping rain to steal kisses on other people’s stoops and holding hands beneath a skyline of Chryslers and Empires. It’s pretty magical right? ERRRRRR, WRONG! Well, not entirely wrong, per se, but not entirely right either, and I’m about to tell you why. 
