Posts Tagged ‘friends


Friends are Like STDs (Except Better)

The first time I heard the platitude about friends being in our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime, I just about gagged. It’s like a Hallmark expression left out of the fridge overnight. So, I’d like to offer a new point of view: Friends are like Chlamydia, Syphillis, Herpes, or Hepatitis C.

Friends who are like Chlamydia are in your life for “a reason”. You can recall exactly the moment you came in contact with them, and the choices you made to make it a somewhat lasting relationship. You’re sure to learn something, go somewhere new, and perhaps most importantly, know much more clearly what you do and don’t want in an STD – er, I mean a friend. You may or may not be glad you met, but one thing’s certain: you’ve learned something. And then they depart, (perhaps) never to be seen again.

Friends who are like Syphilis, Continue reading ‘Friends are Like STDs (Except Better)’


True Gentlemen, Like No Others

I’m going to embarrass two of our best friends with this post, and I’m not going to apologize for it.

Rob Iles and his partner Michael Paonessa are hands-down, two of the most remarkable gentlemen I’ve had the pleasure of knowing, in my entire life, and I’m so honored to call them best friends.

To know Rob is to love him, and we hit it off right away. He does market research, because he’s smart as a whip, and because he really does know what’s good, what’s cool, what’s going on, and how to make it happen. Continue reading ‘True Gentlemen, Like No Others’


Thank You, Friends. (Now with photos. Thanks P&D.)

Absolute Love & Bliss

Turning 40 is an ordeal, and I don’t mean the party planning, which Sam did flawlessly, of course; I mean the state of mind. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. But it’s the turning 40 and not the being 40 that is the ordeal. Gallery after the jump.

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I Love You, But…

A woman left her marriage, job, and country, all at once.

“Yeah, my husband and I had stopped having sex, so we went to counseling and figured out that we just don’t turn each other on. We don’t like to have sex… with each other.”

“He’s my best friend, and I love him so much, but we’re just not in love.”

Over the two months that this was taking place, she’d gone back from brunette to her natural, stunning blonde, recaptured the spring in her step, was laughing heartily in her business communication, and started dressing like she worked at Vogue… during Fashion Week.

“Of course it was hard at first,” she said, “but we both know it’s for the best. This way, we can both go out there and find the love we deserve.”

And you could really tell by looking at her, that she was right.

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