Of Canceled Dates and Cruising for Mates

Last week, a certain eligible bachelor called to cancel on me for the second Friday night in a row.  Now I ask you: what’s the point of registering for Match.com, creating a profile and enduring first dates with eight different men in the span of one month if you’re still going to spend your Friday nights alone?…

Is This a Booty Call?

While I’m busy educating the masses on things to avoid while dating (Sugar daddies, simultaneous suitors, spaghetti on a first date, etc.) I’d like to offer a few remarks on the subject of the booty call— in particular, “When is a call not a booty call?” It took me a while to understand the basic…

He Might Be a Sugar Daddy

It’s Sunday morning and believe it or not, I did not go out last night.  Instead, I spent the evening painting my nails in anticipation of today’s rendezvous with Date #4.  Nevertheless, I’ve dusted off a little something from the archives for this morning’s dose of dating amusement: a first date disaster like no other.…

Decisions in Dating

Today marks Day #27 of my online dating experiment.  Ethically speaking, I’m doing the best I can; I’m posting every detail of my love life on the internet, for crying out loud!  And while I’ve withheld a few juicy tidbits for the sake of propriety, I think I’ve gone above and beyond the rules of…

Gay on the Go for iPhone???

I’ve just discovered the ultimate gay-dar.  It’s called Grinders and it’s an iPhone app.  Now you might be wondering why on earth I would care about the “Gay on the Go” iPhone application, being neither gay nor the owner of an iPhone, but I’ve been searching for a reliable gay-dar since I was seventeen.  It…

My Worst Date to Date

I’m wearing my lucky red knickers because this date is the most important date of my life thus far.  This date happens to be with the dean of the university where I was supposed to be teaching this fall and he—God help him—doesn’t even know that this date is going to take place. We did…

Cross Polination in the World of Online Dating

I’m back at the library and— Ohmigod!— the girl who has just sat down on the computer in the front of me is cruising Match.com!  She looks normal enough.  There’s a certain stigma about the sort of people who have to “resort” to online dating.  I like to think that I, being the fabulous, charming,…

The Art of Removing Your Bra in Public

I’m in the library.  The underwire of my bra has somehow poked through its casing and is now stabbing me in the cleavage (or rather in that hallow space just above my breastbone that would be my cleavage if I actually had any).  Too make matters worse, I’m seated across from an adolescent boy who…