"So, what makes you an expert?”
I’m familiar with the question, but I haven’t devised the proverbial Perfect Response. Sometimes I’ll laugh. Sometimes I’ll change the subject.
Then, of course, there’s my standard attempt at profundity: “I’m an expert because I can admit I’m not an expert.”
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I became a relationship “expert” by accident.
In middle school, I savored a slow dance with the boy of my dreams -- only to learn he’d been paid to dance with me. In high school, I stayed dateless and desperate.
And in college and beyond, I learned that even the passage of time can’t erase memories associated with the phrase “MySpace breakup.”
Somehow, when I viewed those emotionally shattering moments as fuel for my writing rather than setbacks, things felt better.
Now, I’m the Love Goddess.
No, I’m not being conceited. It’s my real title -- on a radio show, that is. I’m a relationship correspondent on “Time Out with Sam Mitchell,” which debuted Monday. Mitchell is a former NBA coach and player who has returned to Columbus, his hometown, to start a radio career.
The show is 3-5 p.m. Monday through Friday on Fox Sports Radio 1460 AM.
You can hear me early in the show today (special Valentine’s segment) and Friday, my regular slot. We’ll be discussing all sorts of dating and relationship issues, so email me your questions and ideas.
“Sex and the City” inspired many female writers to seek the coveted title of “relationship columnist” -- a job that sounds much cooler on paper than in real life. To some extent, I think the trend also initiated a rise in female raunchiness, as some women (myself included) made bad relationship decisions in the name of column inspiration.
After all that, did any of us really become experts?
A few years ago, I ended up with some female friends on the evening of Feb. 14.
I was in a new relationship and my boyfriend had done nothing for the holiday. I spent at least an hour complaining about my lack of luck in love.
When my friends got tired of listening to me, I walked to my car -- and found a single red rose on the windshield. It was from my boyfriend, the same guy I’m dating now.
That’s the funny thing about relationships. Just when you think you’re an expert, someone surprises you.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
Sonya Sorich, reporter, can be reached at email@example.com or 706-571-8516. Visit ledger-enquirer.com/blogs to read her dating blog.