Life Lessons from a FASHION Director?

Ladies and gentleman, I have an announcement to make.  Three actually.  The first is that I spent Memorial Day at my parents’ place in The-Middle-of-Nowhere (Hoopers Island, MD) and am still wading through the comments on Saturday’s post; suffice it to say, the vast majority have left me speechless (and for a variety of reasons).…

It’s Time to Tie the Knot– just “knot” for me

It’s starting again.  I scraped through the first round of weddings—the post-college round—by the skin of my teeth.  Always flying in from somewhere, always just after a breakup and always mourning the bride’s departure from my roster of available wing women, I won’t say that I exactly enjoyed the first round. In fact, I pretty…

My Own Personal Memorial Day

In honor of Memorial Day and the fact that I’m too busy relaxing to write, I thought I’d pilfer a bit of amusement penned by Yours Truly exactly one year ago. This was written before I was Freshly Pressed for the first time (which means it will be new to all but the most loyal…

A Question from the Hot Tub: Would YOU Date Me?

By the time you read this, I’ll be sitting in a hot tub overlooking the Chesapeake with a drink in hand—preferably something cool and alcoholic (even if it is only 8:00am)—and reading one of the Victorian novels I discovered while cleaning my room last weekend.  Today marks my first day off in three weeks and…

It’s all Relative, Except when its NOT!

I’m chatting with my friend Ove from Norway about Date #7 (the man from across the state who I’ve never actually met) when he asks the obvious question: Why don’t you just drive out to wherever it is that he lives and meet him? Well, this may be an obvious question for a Norwegian (you…

Close Encounters of the AWKWARD Kind

It was bound to happen sooner or later.  In a city the size of Philadelphia, there are only so many single men, so many bartenders and so many routes one can take from Old City to South Philly.  This is the problem with dating locally— or perhaps with serial dating, come to think of it. …

Seriously, Why Me?

Note to self: do not wear hoop earrings while attempting to teach preschoolers how to jump rope.  I nearly lost an earlobe yesterday—several times, actually—and our poor tropical bird mobile looks even worse than it did when I first found it tangled and forgotten about and shoved under a box several weeks ago. Why am…

After He Invites Me In…

So, getting back to Saturday’s date: after flailing around at the rock gym, we go for Mexican food, drive back to his place and decide, after several awkward suggestions, to head downstairs and watch a movie. Now everyone knows that “watch a movie” is code for “make out” and this is fine by me.  It’s…