my family and friends (back home) question me from time to time on my love life and the nyc dating scene.

"why aren't you dating anyone?"

"why do you think it's harder to meet people in nyc?"

i should just forward them this article next time they ask. mind you, this is only one of 5 or 6 essays that they're publishing. granted, not all of them will focus on nyc, and this isn't MY story per se, but it gives you a vague idea.

RECENTLY my mother asked me to clarify what I meant when I said I was dating someone, versus when I was hooking up with someone, versus when I was seeing someone. And I had trouble answering her because the many options overlap and blur in my mind. But at one point, four years ago, I had a boyfriend. And I know he was my boyfriend because he said, “I want you to be my girlfriend,” and I said, “O.K.” (continue reading "Want to Be My Boyfriend? Please Define.")