Tristan Coopersmith: Love Stylist
Welcome to the new happily ever after!
I’ll admit it. I like to be right. No, correction, I LOVE to be right. And in my former, less evolved life, being right was top priority in my relationships – romantic, professional, familial and otherwise. Being right felt good! It felt powerful and validating. But it also felt very lonely and shame ridden. Being…Read More
Last night I crashed a guy’s night and wow, was it awesome! Instead of the locker room conversation and ass scratching I had expected, these boys were all about figuring out women. To my surprise, they knew more than I think most give them credit for. In the midst of swapping stories and woes about…Read More
The other night, I devoted my evening to watching sports on the tellie with Jason. We flipped back and forth between the hockey game (Kings vs. Sharks) and Monday night football (Saints vs. some red team), as I replenished his beer supply, served as his pillow and waited patiently for a fight to break out…Read More
He’d be perfect if only he’d grow another few inches. He’d be perfect if only he’d tap into his feminine side. He’d be perfect if only he’d drink less in public. He’d be perfect if only he weren’t so perfect! And the list goes on and on and on. My dating archives are filled with…Read More
I’m mid-way through packing my bags (which basically means I have figured out what shoes I am bringing) for a weekend in Vegas to join what I imagine will be zillions of guys who have managed to score get-outta-jail-free cards to enjoy the Super Bowl this weekend in Sin City. And I start thinking about all…Read More
After my third clingy caller intervention this week – its design being to prevent an innocently intended girl from pushing away a perfectly good mandidate by unnecessarily calling/texting too soon – I’ve decided it is time to address this issue with all of you. But don’t mistake this post for a “Why doesn’t he call?” one.…Read More