The BetsyG-Spot

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.

My parents got engaged after six weeks, and they’ve been married for over 50 years. Is six weeks—or less—a long enough courtship to lead into a successful marriage? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. Hear BetsyG’s thoughts on the subject.

What’s the secret to happy love life, sex life, or marriage? BetsyG seems to know it all, and offers up a list of her “truisms” on the subjects.

BetsyG thought she was out of things to write about, but it turns out she had plenty to say about Mike, a birthday present, and a dilemma. What do you think I should have done?

BetsyG’s friend Jackie made the classic mistake of thinking she had something going with a guy she knew electronically. How do you avoid the perils of e-mail relationships? BetsyG explains in this essay.

I planned to write a cute piece about pet names and noticed something strange about my thinking: I wasn’t as happy about my pet name as I should have been. Here’s a glimpse into the secret world of a woman’s mind. It’s not a pretty place.