If You Bake a Boyfriend a Cake…

It was bound to happen.  And I knew it was bound to happen which is why, upon deciding that I would be the one to the bring the cake to The Wedding Date’s birthday dinner, I got in touch with his BFF to see which sort of cake of prefers and decide upon a nice,…

Rate Your Date?

It was bound to happen sooner or later.  Yesterday, I got an email on my public account—my SingleinSouthPhilly@gmail.com account— from a fellow Match.com user.  A fellow female Match.com user who evidently had just gone a date with one of the men I dated (and wrote about) last year. Hey, This is a totally random and…

Sneakers and Velvet Work on Arthur’s Seat

This week’s photo was in fact taken in Edinburgh (congratulations to Siobhan, aka Gringita and Diane).  I’m wearing a velvet blazer and a teal t-shirt borrowed from my college roommate.  Why?  Well, I was living in London at the time.  And my roommate (the same one who almost didn’t speak to me after Montreal) was…

Bagels, M&Ms and W(h)ine

It’s been one of those days, by which I mean I’ve spent the past 18 hours or so drowning my sorrows in carbohydrates and whining to The Wedding Date about This Week’s Crisis (which unfortunately has to do with The School so I can’t very well whine about it on the internet). In any event,…

Is 26 Old Enough to Buy Your Own Socks?

I have issues with tissues.  And socks.  And tampons for that matter.  As in I never remember to buy them—any of them— and whenever I find myself in need (by which I mean dire need) I end up wandering around the house, raiding various closets and pantries while ranting, “Why hasn’t anyone bought any f*cking…

What Went Wrong? For iPhone???

There’s an app for that.  And today, “that” includes personalized dating advice thanks to “Wot Went Wrong?” a new app that allows users to gather feedback about their dating “skills” (or lack thereof). Basically, the dumpee uses the app to send the dumper a request for feedback regarding his or her decision to end the…

Okay Obi Wan, Now I Need Help

It’s happening.  Actually, it started happening several weeks ago but I didn’t realize just how bad it had gotten until The Wedding Date and I went to the see Star Wars Episode 1: The Phantom Menace. Not expecting to find myself particularly enamored of the film, I brought a bag of Cheez-Its, a sleeve of…