Over a posh Upper East Side brunch, I recently checked in on “Gina,” my bgf (best girl friend), about her journeys of lust and love.

Of all the apologies I owe, the greatest belongs to my mother and father.

In high school, only the moody, introspective, and (back then) way un-cool were interested in dating me.

Ending a relationship sucks. Dating sucks. Dating in New York City really sucks.

When I was a junior in high school I dated a girl who told me she loved me, but wasn’t in love with me.