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…

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…

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…