She said yes. And the game was over. After meeting upon chance at Lucky Strike bowling lanes on South Beach and dating for more than a year, CoolGirl said she would indeed stay with me for the rest of my life after I proposed last week in Puerto Rico.
As you read this I am on a jet plane to Puerto Rico for the weekend with a chance to change my life. CoolGirl, whom I have been dating for close to a year now, will be there, too. And she will have the answer to the question I plan to propose.
Eight months into dating ''CoolGirl'' -- after meeting her family and apparently passings their tests -- it was time to introduce her to my parents.
Enjoying a dinner recently at Barton G. on Miami Beach, I met a pair of locals who had a unique view on dating once you have established yourselves as a couple.
Why is it that when we are searching for something we never seem to find it -- until it's the farthest thing from our mind? Take the case of a friend of mine I will refer to as Ms. Europe.
When you start dating someone and make it past those first three months and move into months six through nine, families get increasingly curious. ''So, who are you dating now? What's their name?'' is how the conversation with a parental or grandparental figure usually begins. It's followed by ''You've been with them for a while now, things going well?'' And after about 20 seconds, before you can even finish your answer, ``When can we meet her?''
Fashion shows in South Florida bring together all sorts of people who believe they know what is stylish. That was the case last weekend at the Funkshion: Fashion Week Miami Beach shows at the Miami Beach Botanical Gardens.
CoolGirl and I were getting ready to go and meet friends for a Sunday brunch at News Cafe on Ocean Drive, a biweekly tradition among a group of us to catch up on what's been going on in our lives (and for others, a chance to eat some scrumptious hangover cures).
I got a voice mail from my aunt -- somehow my wedding album from 10 years ago had ended up in her two-car garage in Orlando. Amazing how money that had once seemed well spent (your grandkids were going to look at those pictures) had turned into a plummeting stock.
Worried your man might cheat? A Miami Beach rabbi who is a regular on the talk-show circuit (he's been on Oprah nine times, twice this month), says you need to greet him at the door dolled up and ready with a kiss and a smile and some genuine interest in how his day went.
So there we were, myself and CoolGirl, eating a Sunday lunch on the Freedom of the Seas cruise boat when the topic for this column was served up just like the plate of tasty chicken.
Hunting for a mate never seems to go out of season, yet these days many women say it's so difficult to bag one. Home Depot is prime territory. The female can paint her face, saunter in and pretend she needs help picking out a new 10-gauge nibbler, then go in for the kill.
Wall Street is stumbling before our eyes. Big firms are either declaring bankruptcy or getting rescued by the federal government. Your friends are getting laid off from work, or worse yet, your own company is announcing more layoffs.
A study published in the June issue of the journal Human Nature maintained that women regretted one-night stands more than men. (Really? You don't say?)
Two beautiful, meant-to-be-together souls become one. Two hearts. One promise. Partners in life and love . . . With gay marriage a reality in two states, Hallmark Cards has made it easier for those wanting to send the very best to Mr. & Mr. California or Mrs. & Mrs. Massachusetts.
I am sick and tired of women who can't decide whether they should approach a guy they like or wait and hope that he makes a move. The most frequent question I get in my in box is whether it is appropriate for a woman to approach a man. It also becomes a topic of conversation at dinners or with groups on the beach.
A colleague of mine recently got married, and upon her return to the office a mini-reception was arranged in her honor. The e-mail's subject line read ``Let's Celebrate.''
This tropical storm nonsense that annoyed us on Monday brought a few of my friends together at CoolGirl's place to watch the Fay updates.
The Olympics start today, and it's the only time in our lives that we'll ever see triple-8s as the date. But the 2008 ''dating'' games may have started here two weeks ago with a gentleman we'll call Ronald. If there was a decathlon for dating, he would have entered because he was ready to face one challenge after another.
Sometimes the best part about being single is the ability to be spontaneous. There are no strings attached (unless you have to get care for a pet). There are no worries or second thoughts. You just go and see what happens.
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