Chucky Cheese Might Be a Nice Alternative

My brother and I had a rather phenomenal tree house when we were growing up.  It had three levels complete with a sandbox underneath, a bright yellow slide, three ladders and a professional-grade trapeze set.  (At least I’m pretty sure it was professional grade; we performed some pretty amazing acrobatic routines.) My dad built it…

Have Coffee, Will Conference

Later this month, because I’m every bit at schizophrenic in my approach to professional development as I am in my approach to men, I’m taking some time “off” to deliver a paper at the annual conference of the Congress on Research in Dance. (And just in case that’s not geeky enough, the conference is co-sponsored…

It Would Seem as Though I’ve Been Stood Up

Judging by the contents of my table at the coffee shop, I’ve been stood up.  This is because there are two iced drinks at my table: an iced chai with soy milk (my all-time favorite this time of year)* and an iced latte (also with soy milk, although not nearly as good as the chai).…

Breakfast in Bed… With the Ex

For dramatic effect, I would say that I can’t remember the last time I woke up in bed with a man who could be bothered to make me a cup of coffee in the morning. But I can remember. I remember the exact date, the exact circumstances that led to our waking up together, the…

Thoughts for Thursday: Please Shut Up!

For the past few months, I’ve been searching for the perfect coffee shop to make my own.  Today my search has taken me, once again, to Chapterhouse on 9th and Bainbridge.  I first visited Chapterhouse with Date #3 back in the early days of my Match.com career.  It was then that I noticed Chapterhouse comprises…

The Mystery Man Revealed

I know what you’re all wondering.  After reading about the careful construction of my thirtieth date outfit, my discussion of Austen over pancakes and my decision to accompany my evidently enlightened mystery man for a stroll through The Piazza, you’re just dying to know, “But what about your thoughts on the history of tap dancing…

Thirtieth Time’s a Charm, Part Duex

And so to continue with my thirtieth date: although I’d be much fonder of brunch if it was socially acceptable to drink raspberry chocolate martinis at 11:00am, the menu at Honey’s proved to be more than tolerable.  After some deliberation, we both selected the whole wheat berry granola pancakes and, in accordance with acceptable Saturday…

A Familiar Feeling

The morning after Date #17 takes me for dinner in Center City, I awake with a familiar feeling.  Being that it’s been some time since I’ve been on a first date, however—let alone a first date to a Steven Starr restaurant—I can’t quite place it. Is it a crush?  Date #17 is awfully cute—much cuter…