Just when I think I’ve had my last communication from eHarmony (why, WHY did I ever sign up for that bloody free weekend???), I receive another email that makes me sad for the people who pay good money only to get relationship advice like this. The experts at eHarmony feel that, in order to have a successful relationship, daters should NEVER say the following:

This is a toughie for me.
In the typical feast or famine murphy’s law that I am now accustomed to experiencing in my life, I am trying to figure out how to handle dating in multiples. This is hilarious to me, as there was a drought of men in my life for an extended period of time (we’re talking YEARS here, people!), and now it seems that they have all arrived at once. I’m torn.

Today, I realized a whole new dimension to the traditional sugar daddy. This is, of course, the Silver Fox.

google_ad_client = “pub-1195536360869652″;
google_ad_width = 234;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = “234×60_as”;
google_ad_type = “text”;
google_ad_channel = “”;
google_color_border = “#000000″;
google_color_bg = “#FFFFFF”;
google_color_link = “#0000cc”;
google_color_text = “#000000″;
google_color_url = “#008000″;
google_ui_features = “rc:0″;

It’s hard to believe that another year has passed since the last Blogshaw family Christmas. This year, we found ourselves spending Christmas in a gated golf community (fancy talk for retirement villa) in a sunny southern state. Once we got used to our new surroundings at the lovely Shady Pines, we sat down to our classy Christmas dinner from Publix.
As 2 of us were exhausted from the flight, the Christmas convo was pretty slow and not at all offensive to any particular member of the Blogshaw family, which was a nice change. It was not, however, …

I will not have to bother myself with such worries – no making of a list and no checking of it twice. I will not have to poll my male friends for ideas on the perfect gift and I will not have to deal with crowded malls, screaming children, runaway strollers and a frustrating lack of parking (due to the fact that all the spots are taken by minivans full of screaming children and runaway strollers…).

At the end of each failed romance, I usually take the time to wonder if it will be the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back, the point where I’ve had it up to here or the breakup that broke my tolerance. What I’m trying to express to you is that I wonder if he will have been the guy who pushed me to the other side. You know, the other team…..

Obviously, this has to do with my mother, the incorrigible June Cleaver Blogshaw. As many of you have requested more stories about her antics, here you go.

Just as I was entering the depths of despair this morning as yet ANOTHER dating saga seems to be coming to an end, I read a very interesting article in STAR magazine (don’t judge – I know you secretly read it too or, at the very least, like to look at the pictures…).

What is phone etiquette supposed to be like these days?

Before my misadventures in online dating began, I did have the pleasure of meeting men in real time. My last dating experience involved a man who seemed decent when he would talk, but unfortunately for me, he spent most of his time not speaking. The second-last time that we went out (I felt I needed to see him one more tooth-pulling time before I would know FOR SURE that this was a waste of the pretty), I felt I needed to address the fact that he had propositioned a sex-only relationship and I did not agree. I feel, at this point in my life, that I am looking for more. In university, this might have been acceptable. In thirty-something land, this sh*t doesn’t fly.
Compounding the non-speaking issue was the fact …