My Weekend sans wife.  Written for HuffPo.

Originally published on xoJane, the article has since gone viral.  Link to HuffPo.

My ridiculous idea for helping my single friends.

I’ve recently become close with Abe and Frank, two older guys in my
neighborhood. At 90 and 88 respectively, they’re not the typical age of
my other friends.

My blog.  Check it out.

"So, when are you getting married?" asks anyone who knows I got engaged
last May. They all seem to take on the New York inflection of my
mother, even
my black Southern ex-girlfriend from Georgia.

In my last Singles column, "Change of Heart," I left off with one
important question for my girlfriend, Carrie: "Will you marry me?" Did she say yes?

It was only last October when I penned the column, "No Rush," for this paper, arguing against marriage.
Now, eight months later, I take it all back. Well, most of it.

For the first time in my adult life I'm dating a Jewish girl.  Her father's Catholic -- an Italian -- but according to my rabbi, "She's all good."

Lately it seems as if everyone I know is interested in me getting
married. In fact, the person pressuring me the least is my girlfriend,