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The Aftermath

I had prepped my boyfriend for what he was going to encounter. From a Hebrew 101 lesson the night before, to a quick 1-2-3 seder crash course in the car ride over.

He’s my …

The term \”boyfriend\” is like the knee joint on someone who is morbidly obese. It is being asked to do way more than it was designed to do. It is buckling under the pressure. Where it once could do the job, it is now carrying too much weight

Missing: My Mojo

I can\’t explain it any better than this. I think I\’ve lost my mojo.

The Four Menches

The haggadah speaks of the Four Sons: the wise, the wicked, the simple and the one who doesn\’t know how to ask. And on a good night in Hollywood, you can pick up all four. The first Saturday in March is a girls\’ night out (with the understanding we intend to pull men). Elizabeth, Sasha, Sarah and I throw on low-cut tops, low-rise pants and do the L.A. barhop thing.

Get a Life

Girl meets boy. Girl falls in love with boy. Girl stops returning her friend\’s phone calls. Girl\’s world narrows. Girl loses boy. Girl starts calling her friends again. Girl meets another boy.

Plush Reminders

Bunny. Das-tardly Bunny. Stupid stuffed, fluffy gift from his ex-girlfriend. Bunny, you\’ve enjoyed life on his pillow for awhile, but now you must die. Bunny must die.

This is what I thought as I tossed Bunny out the window of his bedroom last week. You see, there\’s something cute about a man with a stuffed animal, but when I realized they used to call each other \”Bunny,\” it was all too much. Bunny, though cute, was a symbol of a love that had already hippity-hopped on by.

Boy Meets Mom

Busted flat in Barstow, I realize the desert is no place for an old Plymouth. The mechanic says something about \”a machine shop in Victorville,\” and I think that is one phrase you never want to hear in a sentence with your name. That and \”feeding tube.\”

Relationship Haze

I wanted to try it out. You know, take the old b-word out for a spin in a totally non-threatening environment where I didn\’t know anyone and, therefore, could be neither mocked nor held accountable.

My Place Out of the Sun

I don\’t know how to tell you this, but I think it\’s over.
I don\’t want you to take it personally. It\’s not you; it\’s me. I just need some time to get my head together. I just need to find out who I am without you in my life. After 28 years, I just need to move on.

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