Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I canceled my Match, JDate, and Nerve memberships when I met someone I was ready to date exclusively.  Recently, though, I’ve become a marketer’s dream because I simply had to email this guy, and doing so meant signing up. It…

It’s funny to me, but not to most, and certainly not when I hear it or repeat it to myself, but it’s still a funny idea.  Courage.  I kind of pride myself on mine; taking stock of all the moments…

I’M TOLD OUR RELATIONSHIP IS A TRAIN WRECK. We’re rolling full speed ahead, advising the conductor to pile more coal on the fire.  “Oh yeah, we see the big brick wall ahead—it’s all gravy.  We know what we’re getting into.” …

    It came up over drinks on an empty stomach, so I’m not entirely sure how it came up.  But, it did.  And now the conversation will get this blog banned from more work places across America.  Thank you…

I met him for her at Stone Rose.  “Him” was Dirty Dave, and “her” was Pediatrician Patricia. I was sent into relationship battle, clutching nothing more than my dirty martini.  She saw him from across the bar, whispered she thought…

I sat at the 72nd Street subway station and cried.  A wrinkled black woman with too many shopping bags stopped to hand me a tissue.  I took it and tried to smile.  I wondered, if you had been there, and…

I remember falling asleep in the back seat of my father’s car, opening my eyes sometimes to look up through the windows to find familiar.  If the lights were orange, we were still on the highway.  When the car slowed…

I never eat steak.  Last night, at Raoul’s, I broke through never with a steak knife.  I didn’t just eat a steak; I ordered and slaughtered it, along with two orders of fries with mayonnaise, as promised.  It’s what I…