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Throwback Thursday: Date #4

Remember Date #4?  I certainly do.  And not because I’m still pining away for him (I’ve come a long way since I was 24) but rather because I’m still not quite sure what happened between us.  More importantly, I’m still not quite sure what happened to me.  Looking back, it seems a rather straightforward descent…

The Great Date Experiment

Throwback Thursday: Date #1

In late September, 2011, I met my now ex, TWD, at Cuba Libre in Old City.  It was our first date.  It was not, however, my first time meeting a man at Cuba Libre.  That honor goes to Date #1, who I met through Match.com during the early days of my (m)anthropologicial experiment. So I’m…

The Hillbilly Serenade

This post was supposed to be about last night’s dinner with Date #6 but you know me: why limit yourself to dating one man over a 24 hour period when you could instead date four?  Unfortunately, quadruple headers don’t leave much time for blogging so you’ll have to accept the following photographs as proof that…

Signs of a Good First Date

Here’s how a first date is supposed to work: Man shows up on time—even a bit early—and politely asks the hostess if it would be possible to get a table now, as opposed to half an hour from now.  (Check.) Man greets woman with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and discreetly-but-not-presumptuously places…

Date #7, Part 1

I’m so jittery on my way to meet Date #7 that I get off the bus two stops early and have to walk the last four blocks to the art museum in my new four inch espadrilles.  (I know I said I wasn’t going to buy anything special for the arrival of Date #7 but…

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…

Is it a “Cultural Thing?”

Assimilation is a hot topic these days.  Whether it’s Tony Blair talking about the integration of Muslim immigrants in Britain (or the lack thereof, as he argues) or the xenophobic cheese steak connoisseurs of South Philadelphia demanding that their customers speak English and only English, there’s a lot of resentment towards immigrants who don’t toe…

Darling? Seriously?

There comes a time in every relationship when it becomes advisable—even necessary—to commence the use of terms of endearment.  I’ve answered to everything from “darling” to “my little bhabaganoush” over the years (mainly because my boyfriend at the time enjoyed teasing me about my hatred of eggplant), and I’ve doled out several ingenious creations of…