• Grace Abe

    are you a relationship addict?

    on finding love in a hopeless place

    November 26, 2014
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    “I just want to be happy, and that doesn’t mean being with her… that means being with you, ” he said; and then I face-planted into my Kabob and Curry with despair for the human race. Okay, I’m just kidding about the face planting; we were in a restaurant, and I’m a tiny bit more […]

    love on the grid

    understanding relationships by the numbers

    November 20, 2014
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    Last night’s dinner was a towering mound of buttery pasta covered in homemade sweet ragu. There is no better expression of love than a homecooked meal, I believe, and the good friends who were part of my rotating cooking club really outdid themselves. The noodles were rich and the sauce meaty in a way that […]

    Winter Doldrums, Providence Style

    Break Your Addiction to Bad Logic

    November 12, 2014
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    Is it just me, or have things been particularly sordid around here lately? It seems like everywhere I turn there’s a broken heart or surprisingly deep well of self-loathing. It might be that winter is finally here; the extra hour of darkness never fails to bog me down. But there might be something slightly more […]

    how to compliment a woman

    the best possible response to “Nice ass!” is “Thanks, I use it for pooping.”

    November 6, 2014
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    Do you mind if I say this? You look great. You are a very pretty girl. I mean, that’s not the only thing I care about in a person. But, yes, I do appreciate a good-looking… whoever you are. One evening in August, I made the fateful decision to treat myself to a dinner in […]

    so you want me to…

    on opening the bad breath dialogue

    October 29, 2014
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    My first serious relationship ended over something at once utterly trivial and entirely insurmountable. Sure, a lot of things were bothering me towards the end. But the one detail I remember most keenly is the most unimportant, and probably the only one we didn’t pore over in agonizing detail in an attempt to salvage our […]