The BetsyG-Spot

The world of dating is an obstacle course to maneuver. Sometimes mixups happen, as documented here.

Here’s a list of ways in which I delude myself in all phases of a relationship. Readers are invited to share their delusions.

BetsyG looked up a boyfriend from the past and opened not a can of worms but an old sachet box that surprisingly still has a trace of fragrance.

My friend Eddie warned me not to get too involved when I met someone who was too fresh out of his marriage. But how do you stop yourself from falling in love? I confess, that’s a lesson I seem unable to learn.

I write about my past relationships with men. How can I do that without worrying about hurting them? And what kind of silly man would date me, a writer?

Bob suggested I was high maintenance. Wrong. Here’s a definition of high maintenance and a defense of why I believe I am not.

I dread having a boyfriend who skis. It’s not that I don’t ski…it’s that I can’t stand the humiliation that comes with skiing with someone else.

What can a dog tell you about prospective boyfriends? Maybe nothing, maybe everything.

What do you do at the end of the affair? I clear out nearly every reminder of the guy who broke up with me. I just can’t help myself. But I took it a step further with a recent breakup.

Mr. S broke up with BetsyG, blindsiding her. Here she reflects on what failed.