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Hello, ladies (and the one guy who reads this site to delve into the female mind and realize that we are just as confused about ourselves as you are),

I’ve been unusually quiet, haven’t I? Did you miss me? I’ve missed me, or rather, I’ve missed you. But it’s only fair, to the readers who have stayed with me through this journey I like to call What the Fuck Are Your 20s. While it initially began as a foray into learning how to date, coming out of the college “hook up phase,” I feel like the site has evolved, as I’m sure have you. I have been dating The NJB for a year now. I met him at an entrepreneurship panel, and I never wrote about our first date, but I will say that it changed my life. 

I feel like I’ve gotten away from that kernel. The essence of navigating the world of dating – online, in person, whether you want to date your friend or you have no idea what you want. And it’s not to say that it has to stop once you start dating someone – then there are a whole new set of avenues that you have to discover and are equally as trying and complex.

But the essence of it remains the same - that we all have no clue what we’re doing. I’m just being honest about it.

And I don’t mean in dating – I have lots to say on that subject, but in our careers, with our families (if you’re working out issues, or figuring out how to be an adult apart from them). 

That’s what this site is and has always been about – finding myself finding myself and your working on it with me. I really wish there were GPS for it. I think we all do. Sure, your twenties are a fun time to celebrate and figure out if you really ought to upgrade to nice bedding from the stuff you had in college that has the slightest stain from pepperoni. But it’s also a time to figure out who you are, who you want to be, in career, friendships, and dating.

I felt like if I wasn’t posting five times a week, or extremely funny, that somehow it wasn’t true to FFJD. But I’m human, and not a robot. Or Amber Rose posing as a robot in a Svedka ad that makes me uncomfortable but also wonder how her ladyparts can breathe in that full-on Spandex suit.

Here’s the thing – I can’t write FFJD by myself anymore. 

I can’t wax poetic about Constance (because she is way, way too busy clipping my toe-nails), and also because – we have to figure this all out together. I will be writing about dating topics when I can (not necessarily every day), and other dating-related content. I was lured by the pop culture allusions, the flash-in-the-pan entertainment. I also would like to touch on issues in friendships, and career, because those are equally as important pieces. And just as hard to navigate, no. As our Patron Saint Bethenny said, “you can have it all, but not all at once”. I think that was before she flashed her ass on Anderson Cooper and it had something to do with dieting. But I also think it’s true.

Yes, I am utterly hilarious and dream up sequences where I am a best-selling author, popping champagne (well, vodka-sodas) on a yacht in France with like three Malteses (I actually am not the biggest fan of small dogs). That much we know, but that’s not me all the time. If it were, I’d be Beyonce. If Beyonce were a Jewish girl in Washington locking herself out of her apartment and hugging a locksmith (last week).

Whether you’re dating someone seriously, or just beginning or date, or have no idea if your Saturday hookup is a regular thing, come here.

You can ask advice questions on Formspring.  I’ll be essaying, when I feel like I have something to say. I’m thinking of some new topics, but also, listening.

In the meantime, I might need you guys to do some talking for me.

You can submit stories to Constance@theffjd.com, or post ideas, or thoughts. She is available Tuesdays between 10:27 and 10:30 for erranding. Consider her a TaskRabbit (download that).

Meredith

Guys, it’s time for a birthday pregame of sorts. Well, a Twitter Twooter party with myself, @theffjd, and @yoplaityogurt. 8pm. Be there or be not delicious lactose-free Yoplait. I’ll be answering dating questions and talking lots about bloating. Or not bloating, or bloviating, or whatever. Share with your friends. And use the hashtag #yesmoment. Because if you’re not having a yes moment, you’re having no fun.

Hiya Ladyloos,

Constance and I had a glorious trip to Mykonos, where she burned to a crisp because she’s British. She spent most of the time carrying around that satchel that everyone has in neon colors and is really cool and edgy in theory until you walk into a job interview with a bag the color of a Teletubby. We had a relaxing vacation, and we’re back here to dole out some advice before you board your plane, train, or “lost at sea” vessel with your therapist, a la Bethenny Frankel. (Did you see that Bethenny tweeted at me? It mostly regarded my mooning my neighbors in honor of her recent Anderson Cooper appearance. It made my day, week, year.) 

I’m here to offer some advice to those of you traveling home for Passover or Easter, and bringing your significant other or your pretend significant other, Samuel, who you break out at bar mitzvahs and weddings and tell your parents/cousins how he went to Harvard Law and he was just too tied up running a hedge fund (and/or these days, his tech start-up) to come with you. But you’ll send pictures. He’s too cool for Facebook. 

If there’s one thing I know about Passover, it’s that it’s a ripe time to bring home a new boyfriend or girlfriend. I’m not sure about Easter, really, except that I think it’s an equally as important holiday that involves chocolate and not mourning/guilt like 75% of Jewish holidays. There was one year my family was away for Easter and my parents had the “Easter Bunny” from the hotel bring us baskets of chatchkes. I was in 7th grade, and still had a blackhead pore strip on my face when he arrived at 7 am. I’d show you the picture, but the look on my face is a mixture of “I can’t believe this is happening” and “now I’m really never getting a date”.

Here are some tips.

Gimme more mochi →