A Very Bridget Morning

My morning: wake up (without alarm!) at 5:30.  Feel so proud of self for getting up so early (body obviously getting used to early morning productivity as result of new job and efforts to cultivate sculpted abdominals) that decide to award self an extra five minutes.  Five turn into ten.  Ten into twenty, and suddenly…

To Tone or Not to Tone?

Well here’s a disappointing discovery: you can’t crunch your way to a six pack in 24 hours (nor 24 years for that matter, and yes, I have been trying for almost that long).  It’s not that I want an actual six-pack, especially because as I’ve said before, it’s just dinner with Date #9 on Thursday…

Yummy Things

Just in case you were wondering—okay, you probably weren’t wondering, not about this specific fact at least, but I’m going to tell you anyway—reading novels set in London is not the greatest way to embrace your new surroundings and live in the here and now. This is why I am going to stop reading novels…

Seriously, You’re Cancelling?

Date #9, quite clearly, has no idea who he’s dealing with.  Doesn’t he realize that if he cancels our Monday evening date night that I’ll just call one of the other 13 eligible bachelors I have on speed dial?  Doesn’t he know that I’ve got men lined up around the block, just dying to take…

A Good Time for a Sick Day

As far as I’m concerned, there are four and only four times when it is fun to be sick: 1) when you’re a student and being sick gives you an excuse to cut class; 2) when you’re salaried and entitled to a certain number of sick days; 3) when you need to get caught up…

Biological Warfare

Last night, I ate an entire serving of Spanish rice from its microwavable envelope, in bed, whilst wearing pjs at the wild and crazy hour of 8:30pm.  Why?  Because I kissed Date #9 on Sunday, that’s why. Let’s talk about kissing, shall we?  I think part of the reason I’ve taken my three month Match.com…

A Liaison in the Library

Today, something brilliant happened.  I ran into a friend at the library.  Now before you get all excited, I should confess that this friend happens to be happily married, and she was there with her new baby so if you were hoping for another titillating “We went for a stroll along the river and then…

Date #9, the Sequel

Number of blocks I walk to meet Date #9 at Sabrina’s for lunch in the Italian Market: 12 Number of parties ahead of us by the time I arrive: 0 (This time, Date #9 has gotten there early and his name is already on the list.  We bypass the hipsters of South Philadelphia and once…