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A Bushwick diner on Flushing Avenue relies on foot traffic to get by

Commitment is kryptonite for men.

What happens when we stop waiting for the other shoe to drop?

A hickey is a mark of ownership. A quirky, playful way of leaving your scent. But what if the man who gives you a hickey has no interest in owning you at all?

A new column examines the neighborhood dating scene.

Throw Something – but not at a person

Have you ever noticed how when you try to move past something, that the more you tell yourself to “drop it” and “let it go,” the louder and more demanding that very thing becomes? We try to shut out, chop off and not acknowledge something, but the pushing away actually makes that very thing scream for your attention like a crying baby

I seldom relive the few days of my life when I was in ultimate fear, which for an equally short while kept me ultimately amused