I have big plans for my birthday this month. BIG ones. Wanna hear them? OK, I'm gonna sit at home in my pajamas, eat chocolate cake, and watch reruns of The Gilmore Girls.
I love celebrating my birthday solo. Partly it's because I'm shy. The last thing I'd want is the waitstaff at Chili's to sing me a rousing "For She's a Jolly Good Fellow," or for my loved ones to jump out at me from behind furniture, then wait for me to say a few witty, well-chosen words. I'm like my father, who wanted nothing for his 70th birthday—an important one in Chinese culture—except a nice meal with his family. But people don't understand this. The Frisky: Dating Online? Here's What To NOT Put In Your Profile
For my first birthday after my divorce, I had plans to play hooky from work, splurge on a eucalyptus massage at my favorite spa, and order yummy Korean take-out. Then my mother called. The Frisky: 5 Things I'd Do Differently If I Re-Lived My Single Life
"Are you doing something?" she asked, her voice trembling with worry. "Do you want me to come into New York and take you out? I could spend the night." The Frisky: Why Is Everyone So Happy I'm In A Relationship?
While this was very nice of my mother, just the thought of Mommy coming in from New Jersey to babysit her lonely divorcee of a daughter on her birthday made me want to throw myself off a bridge. The Frisky: MERRIme, A New Web Comedy About Online Dating