Connection
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.
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 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.
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.
I was dumped by someone who was I knew on some level was no good for me. So why did I fight so hard to hold on to the guy? Greg Behrendt, author of He’s Just Not That Into You, calls it Dumpee Syndrome. Here’s my theory as to why we do it.
I thought I only wanted to date men who were fathers. But when I started to see the childless Mr. S, my opinion had a major turnaround.
If you’ve ever had your heart broken, you know it’s not easy to put your heart out there again. This essay is about BetsyG’s experience with heartbreak and the fear with which she faced the next potential love.

BetsyG likes to write even more than she likes to talk. Her essays have been published in the Boston Globe Magazine. She has children who would be horrified to be associated with her and her blogazine. BetsyG is a happy divorcée and, suffering from a bad case of arrested development, has no idea how old she really is; her deluded belief is that she's your age, whatever it may be.