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I’m a writer with nothing to write about
Posted on April 1, 2014 1 Comment
Except dancing on an Alphabet City bar stage to Salt n Pepa, posing outside of Irish Exit because “we’re 21 now…wait, we’re 23,” losing the head of a screwdriver to the cork on the inside of a wine bottle, and that guy from OKCupid who said, “If you were a triangle, you’d be acute one.” Okay, okay. I have […]
An ode to baggage and “being yourself”
Posted on February 7, 2014 1 Comment
“How far are you from your folks’ place?” asked a way-cooler-than-me 29-year-old punk(ish) band member I was interviewing over an expensive cup of coffee and apartment-talk in Greenpoint. Using the term “folks” made him instantly cooler. That, and his off-center nose ring. “Oh, both my parents are dead.” Thank God this wasn’t a date. His face […]
Still not OK, OKCupid
Posted on January 16, 2014 2 Comments
A friendly follow-up to Not OK, OKCupid. Dear OKCupid, I was wrong. It’s definitely you. Stop that right now. Oh. Thanks! Definitely love your smile. That depends. Does publishing it on the Internet and hoping it goes viral count? No, but I see you’ve already changed your mind.
Not OK, OKCupid
Posted on September 20, 2013 5 Comments
Dear OKCupid, It’s not you, it’s me. We all have a friend with faith in online-dating. A year and a half ago, mine did dinner and drinks with an online-match on the Upper East Side. After a round of overpriced cocktails and mediocre banter, her date mentioned he was low on cash. As he reached […]
Meaghan McGoldrick 