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Lucky #14

I was in the car with TWD when I got the call.  It wasn’t a call actually—it was an email—but “call” sounds way more dramatic, don’t you think? At any rate, I lost it.  TWD was telling me a story about one of his co-workers and I completely zoned out.  “I need to call my…

And We’re Back, with Free Love

There aren’t too many things I miss about being single (wondering if he’s going to call, then waiting for him to call, then realizing he’s a lunatic and hoping he’ll never call again) but there is one thing: the personal ads.  As a writer, and as a former student of anthropology, I found them endlessly…

Bad News

Well folks, I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news.  Not they’ve-decided-to-stop-producing-fair-trade-chocolate bad news, or even I’ve-decided-to-join-a-commune-and-go-off-the-grid bad news but bad news nonetheless. You might have noticed that I missed Monday’s post, and those of you who have been following my blog since the beginning of my Great Date Experiment will have noticed that my posts…

31 Dates in 31 Days

In case you were wondering, the Starbucks salted caramel mocha tastes neither of salt nor of caramel (until you the get the last inch and a half, which is indeed worth the wait.)  Also, in case you were wondering, there’s a woman out there who is almost as crazy—perhaps even crazier—than me in her approach…

The American Heiress

It was so much easier to get married in the nineteenth century.  I know this not because I majored in history as an undergraduate or because I spent the majority of my teen years writing sappy historical fiction but because I’ve just finished reading The American Heiress by Daisy Goodwin. That’s right: I’ve completed my…

Delicious Dating

Wow.  I’ve got to admit the responses to yesterday’s post completed floored me—what a huge range of experiences in the “I love you” department!  In reading everyone’s stories, I was reminded of two experiences that even I’d forgotten.  The first was in third grade when a boy from the Czech Republic wrote me a love…

Kissing Frogs in Cyberspace

In my continued efforts to determine just how far this serial dating epidemic has spread (and how I might learn from those who’ve gone before me), I decided to tackle Kissing Frogs in Cyberspace by Dianne Sweeney. The basic premise is exactly what one would expect of an online dating memoir: a self-possessed but single…