All posts tagged: double header

Extra Innings (Or: The Conclusion of the Weekend’s Double Header)

  So I’m standing in the middle of the Primate House at the Philadelphia Zoo with my Three O’Clock and he’s just asked me, “So, what number am I?” He’s referring, of course, to my blog, and my spreadsheet and the fact that I’m on my second date in as many hours.  (Actually he doesn’t know that last bit; he’s Googled me, so he knows I’ve become something of a serial dater, but he doesn’t know that I’m currently engaged in the second double header of my serial dating career or that he’s the second man I’ve gone out with since noon.) After some consideration, I take a deep breath and reply (rather casually, if I do say so myself), “25 or so?” I’m casual because we’re only in the Primate House and to be honest, the only thing that makes me laugh more than monkeys is my Three O’Clock’s commentary about the monkeys.  If we were having this conversation in the “Carnivore Kingdom” for example, I might be a bit more worried about my …

My Three O’Clock (The Double Header Continues)

I’m nearly to the front gate of the Philadelphia Zoo when I get a text from my three o’clock: he’s running late. This is not good.  Double headers only work if all of the players stick to the schedule and seeing as I’m trying to squeeze in not one but two dates before heading over to University City for a tap class with my students, there is no room for error. But I decide to play it cool.  He is coming from Wilmington after all (which is an entire state away for all of you international readers) and he’s been considerate enough to tell me he’s late before he’s actually late.  Plus, this gives me time to scope out the gift shop (as a creative movement teacher, I am always looking for new ways to blow my entire paycheck on children’s books). I stroll through the children’s section, then through the clearance section and finally I head back towards the gate to read about the history of “America’s first zoo.” Being a proper Philadelphian, I’ve …

Oops, I Did it Again

Serial dating was a lot easier when I, you know, didn’t have a real job.  That’s not to say that I was unemployed last summer—I was writing and trying to get my act together and still managing to pay my rent despite all of my “I’m finding myself” shenanigans—but I had very few commitments of any sort, professionally or socially. Now that I’m gainfully employed and finally developing something akin to an actual social life here in Philadelphia, it’s getting harder and harder to find time to date. On the eve of my first and last date with the Bovary Reading Bachelor, for example, I snuck off to H&M during a break in the weekend’s dance competition to buy a new dress. “You’re going out on a Monday night?” the studio director asked. “Yeah,” I replied, “I certainly can’t go out on Tuesday!” This is because I teach on Tuesday nights, and on Wednesday nights and on Friday nights. More recently, my editor over at AOL’s City’s Best left me a voicemail during my date …

A Dating Double Header: Dates #10 and #11

If I had to pick a favorite sport, I’d pick baseball.  You don’t have to run in baseball (at least not as much as you do in icky sports like football) and baseball players are way cuter than football players (American football players at least… there’s a reason why David Beckham is the face of Armani whereas Chase Utley fronts for Little Debbie snack cakes).  My favorite part of baseball, however, is this nifty little trick called the double header.  And if it’s good enough for the major leagues, it’s good enough for online dating. 12:30 I get a text from Date #10 saying he’s going to be late for lunch and, not to be a Philistine or anything, but he’s not terribly keen on sushi so could we try someplace else instead?  I agree, both to the change in time and location, but I go a bit weak in the knees: I’ve scheduled a double header with Date #11 and I’m gchatting with Date #9 throughout the entire transaction. 1:30 I make my way …