To be fair, it was a Very Good apology. In the books. Where it happened exactly *one* time.
Was your dentist flirting with you?
No. And if he was, gross.
Happy New Year! This blog is 10 years old today.
"Say, Old Bean, it was really fun to have sex for a while, but I'm going to need you to find a new topic of conversation."
Open thread! Tell us tales of holiday cheer or woe.
On calling bluffs, escape velocity, and the futile, necessary, but probably still futile, work of reclaiming some of our relatives from history's flaming dumpster. Content note: Sometimes honestly talking about authoritarian stuff and white supremacy means describing it, so there are examples of actual racist and xenophobic statements from relatives herein.
Ahhhh, the breakup where the dude wants to both sleep with other people and remain the center of your world. A classic!
"You're chopping the peppers wrong," or, when cooking together stops being a fun date-night activity.
What if a) loneliness really sucks and b) finding romantic love is not primarily an internal and external makeover project?
The subject line says it all, for content warning purposes, though if it helps: The Letter Writer sent the person packing and it was not a *successful* grooming attempt.