Stop Dwelling: Time Waits On No Mortal

February 08, 2019 by Cazey Williams in Uncategorized

I woke up thinking the day would be okay. I had no urgent emails, and from bed, I posted a photo to Instagram - part of my morning ritual. I then made it to the bathroom where I spent too much time peeing because my friend posted an interesting article on Facebook.

The night before I had PB&J, which seemed fitting for Hump Day Eve. Basically, a concessionary meal that we're almost halfway through the week; no need to exert energy that I'll need to get through tomorrow. I dipped my sandwich in milk that I poured into a glass tumbler. I hung the tumbler on the drying rack afterward, because the dishwasher was running.

Four Breakups and No Final Goodbye

January 15, 2019 by Cazey Williams in life lessons, Life In Your 20's, Dating, Cazey's Column

I’ve never been someone who’s attracted to simpletons. I love the dramatic. My favorite movies are tragedies. It should be no surprise then that I pursue the same principles in romance. This here is the story of how I dated a woman for five weeks who broke up with me no less than four times – and I stayed through it all.

Most might assume I have no self-esteem if I’m willing to stay with someone who keeps breaking up with me, but you could also say it’s a sign of someone who doesn’t really care. Sara and I have long heralded the motto of “Do it for the story,” and well, look, I got a story.

“Sheila” and I met on Bumble. If this had been Plenty of Fish or OkCupid, I might have been able to predict the craziness. Instead, we exchanged numbers our first night and never stopped texting.

Complacency vs. Cupid's Arrow

February 13, 2016 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Dating, Life In Your 20's, life lessons

Last week I grabbed coffee with a longtime friend. She had moved in with her boyfriend of five years the previous summer, and I asked whether she and “Joey” would be interested in coming to a pregame that weekend.

“Actually, I didn’t want to bring it up,” she said, “but Joey and I broke up.”

Of course I immediately apologized and offered my condolences before she sketched the relationship’s biography, cover to cover. No, there hadn’t been cheating, at least in the CliffsNotes version. And one wasn’t moving halfway across the country and long-distance wasn’t for them. They had simply discovered this was the end. As in, “I love you, but I don’t think I love you forever.”