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Bad Date Diaries: We met, He threw up, Happily never after

Bad Date Diaries: We met, He threw up, Happily never after

I’m the Brett Favre of dating. I’ve threatened retirement so many times, people stopped paying attention. But last fall, I decided to give online dating one last shot. And I hit the jackpot. A human man in his 30s with a job who wants a relationship!? Record scratch? Could the low bar actually be high enough to limbo under!? I had to take a turn and see.

Our Country Is On Fire: Will it Burn to the Ground?

Our Country Is On Fire: Will it Burn to the Ground?

I feel lost. We all feel lost, right?  Our country is going down in flames. The news of the Orlando Massacre hit me with a slow burn... but over the past 2 days, I just can't get it together to stop feeling devastated and hopeless about the state of our country. Sadness is a familiar feeling. Hopeless is a new one.

Yes, And My Job DOES Matter.

Yes, And My Job DOES Matter.

I went on a first date a few months ago. In the midst of a nice chat in Prospect Park over bagel sandwiches and coffee, I asked my date: what did he do for a living? He replied that he was a consultant who advises on how to best help Syrian refugees.

“Wow,” I stuttered. “That’s incredible. Your job is important. It really matters.”
“And, what do you do?” he dutifully reciprocated. “Something equally impressive, I’m sure.”
“Um. I’m a comedian.”