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You Said Yes, So What if You Were Asleep?

The European is a very heavy sleeper. And by “heavy,” I mean that it’s a very good thing that he quit smoking a while back because I’m pretty sure his house could burn down around him and he wouldn’t notice. This is the only thing about him that truly distresses me. Well, that and the…

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The Great Hammock Wars

Despite my freak rowboat accident, I am mildly obsessed with the Spruce Street Harbor Park. Firstly, it makes me proud to be a Philadelphian. Our waterfront pales in comparison to cities like Baltimore and Pittsburgh but whenever a bunch of non profits and city planners come together and get it right (like they did with…

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Nightclub Navigation

The good thing about being, well, happy, is that you don’t mind what other people do or do not do. Exhibit A: The European is very smart. I’ve always known this about him but as time goes on, I’m starting to realize just how hard (and how constantly) his brain works. I don’t really get…

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And Then I Fell into a Rowboat

The plan was to meet for Happy Hour at Bistro Romano, head down to the Harbor Park and spend an hour or so canoodling in a hammock and then meet up with a few friends for an outdoor screening of The Princess Bride beneath the Walnut St. Bridge. Mistake #1 was thinking that I could…

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Throw Back Thursday: Date #12

Here’s a little tidbit from 2010, back when I was young and crazy and able to date multiple men at the same time.  Enjoy! I’m sitting cross legged on the floor, eyes closed, holding the index finger of my left hand against my left nostril and breathing through my right.  Why?  Because the flap on…

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Where’s the Recall Button?

Today I sent my first-ever email to The European. This is significant for two reasons: He has a proper, respectable career I have a hard time sending proper, respectable emails As a writer, I love sending messages. I’m not really all that interesting to talk to in real life (seriously, I’m not) but if you…

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The Height Thing

Last month my aunt and uncle came to visit. I’m not terribly close to any of my extended family so when my mom suggested I ask my aunt about “the thing” I had to stop and think for a minute. “What thing?” I asked. “You know. Your height thing. Because your Aunt Christ is taller…

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The Trouble with Older Men

Okay, now that we’ve gotten the real estate out of the way, let’s talk about men. As most of you know, I’ve always gone for older men. When I was in my early twenties, this translated to cars and proper houses and fancy dinners on Valentine’s Day—a reprieve, if you will, from my world of…