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You know, as private as two gorgeous human beings that basically treated PDA like their vocation and also enjoyed blindfolding each other can be. At least we'll always have "Dance Again" to remember them by.I'm just happy La Lopez has some hometown performances to keep her occupied and, um, well Casper can share some of my ice cream if he needs some distraction.
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There comes a time after every failed relationship where you have to step back onto the platform of life and wait for the dating train to arrive once again.
It’s a complicated game in itself made only more complicated by the fact that you’ve been out of it for quite some time.
Upon arrival, women are presented with a single red rose and men with that very German delicacy, a pretzel - maybe not sexy but heart-shaped. It's the second year running that German train operator Deutsche Bahn has staged the free event.
And Berliners were not the only ones enjoying its hospitality.
(Though she probably could make a few simple lyrical tweaks to the song and end up with the perfect Father's Day song, right?! No, because ew.) After two years of chugging along together on the dating train, the two have arrived at their final destination of Splitsville.
Next stop: the supermarket because I need a pint of ice cream to cry into because the heartbreaking nature of this news is just, well actually, I've just been craving ice cream. E Online reports that the breakup happened a little over two months ago, but the couple's kept the news private.
I was in bed this past Sunday night, restless and horny – I mean lonely, and decided to just start downloading hella dating apps.
JDate, Match, OK Cupid and Tinder were on the short list.
I start with JDate first (since I’m Jewish and this would please my mom) and pay the .79 subscription price to join, but immediately I notice that shit is looking bleak. The men are either not Jewish, haven’t logged on in months, or…not in my area. Slowly realize I might just need to be a completely different person. One who doesn’t consider the lunch buffet at Round Table Pizza to be the best thing since the horseless carriage. While exciting, this was no time to get distracted by her flattery. No male prospects anywhere so my eye was on the only prize left. I called JDate Wednesday afternoon and spoke to a man named Jared.
In true Jewish fashion, I alert my mother immediately. Great news, however, diminished by the realization that I’m acting like a lazy, desperate pig on OK Cupid and Match.
Not much was open save for a few of the more international clubs and the sultriest of clubs. You get to ask all the painful questions you might still be harboring from the relationship. Love is its own type of magic after all and until it arrives at the platform I’ll be content waiting, trunk and owl to boot.