This bride-to-be has kissed a lot of frogs to find her Prince Charming, but now she’s afraid to take the leap. Can Breakup Girl warm her cold feet?

Another classic Breakup Girl animation finally hits YouTube!

In honor of the coming apinkalypse — or just to help you get through the season — we’re finally posting our Breakup Girl cartoons to YouTube for greater viewing convenience!

Sure you’ve seen them before — but you’ve never seen them this blurry!

Old enough now, but not on January 19, 1998…

Dear Breakup Girl,

Hi! I am a senior college student, and believe it or not, my boyfriend for ten months is just a senior high school student. Dig that?

Any way, I’ve been thinking about this for quite a long time. I always get paranoid and feel insecure in our relationship. Sometimes I feel like I don’t trust him anymore. Maybe because he has hurt me a lot, or he is just plain insensitive. Is it because he is still a kid? I think that sometimes, he is mature enough. Please help me.

— Betty Joy

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Needing a Hollywood ending on January 19, 1998…

Dear Breakup Girl,
My best male friend and I got together for a short time about a year ago. He’s had some bad luck with girls in the past and is afriad of losing our friendship if we broke up. (Needless to say, we ended up back as friends fairly quickly regardless of the fact that everyone else says that we’re perfect together.) Now the complicated part is that he has been going out with a (FORMER) good friend of mine for several months and thinks he’s going to MARRY her! What should I do? I feel like I’m living out “My Best Friend’s Wedding!”
— Lost

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xkcd does the math.

Sold! Check out Super in the City by FOBG Daphne Uviller:

In a city brimming with opportunities for heroism, twenty-seven-year-old Zephyr Zuckerman has often fantasized about committing acts of bravery that would make front-page news. Now she may get her big break — though it may require plunging a few toilets. When the superintendent of her parents’ Greenwich Village brownstone is led away in handcuffs, unemployed Zephyr takes over his post and unleashes her inner sleuth. As she discovers titillating secrets about her tenants, she finds herself with a new reality far more intriguing than her imagination.

Soon, Zephyr has sussed out wrongs that stretch from losers on the Internet to art fraud and an international crime ring. The mob thinks she’s in the FBI, and the FBI thinks she’s in the mob — a predicament she needs to clear up fast. But perhaps not before a cute, surly exterminator helps her solve the mystery of what to do with the rest of her life.

Another reason to look forward to spring?

Via BuzzFeed.

Zagat, “famous” for their “indispensable” restaurant guides featuring “trademark burgundy covers” and “bajillions” of “non-ironic quotation marks,” is hopping from the barroom to the bedroom with their New York City Dating (And Dumping) Guide. Like all their books, the information is compiled through reader surveys. So what do the people of NYC say about dating in NYC? Jennifer 8. has the stats.

• Only 2 percent (thankfully!) would ask someone out on a first date via text, but as many as 10 percent would break up that way (ouch).
• 2 percent is also the number of people who would actually burn the things their ex left behind.
• Less than half would date someone outside of the NYC metro area, while sweeping majorities would look beyond race, religion or economic bracket.
• 60 percent of New Yorkers said the guy should pay on the first date (compared to 40 percent in Los Angeles).

My sister called me to rant about her ex deleting her as a friend on Facebook. She asked me to check and see if he deleted me too.”Why do you care? You broke up with him. And I’m at work; I don’t have time for this.”

Not the response she wanted. Click. For the record, she’s the older sister.

I then checked my Google reader (because there’s always time for that at work) and saw this in my feed of the New York Times most e-mailed articles.

I sent the link to my sister, telling her she was probably sacrificed in a reckless moment of hunger, when her ex had a severe craving for a Whopper.