My college wiffleball club: I'm the one in the purple jeans (yes purple) playing with my hoodie.

Softball, Voluntarily this Time

I hated softball as a kid. Hated it. But my mom is a big Title IX fan and my dad wanted me to play so I did. Aside from one minor moment of glory (during which I slid head first into home plate thus incurring a small battle scar on my knee, which remains my…

Five Years, One Night, Four Pairs of Heels

Presumably my father was being facetious when he suggested that I try on “every outfit” in my closet before heading down to Baltimore for my very first college reunion later this afternoon but just in case, I’m bringing four pairs of shoes and three possible ensembles for tomorrow night’s dinner. What my dad doesn’t understand…

A Quick Update While Date #7 is in the Shower…

Date #7 is in the shower, which means I have a few moments to myself for the first time since… well, since I arrived in Pittsburgh on Saturday afternoon.  Not that I’m complaining– far from– but to be honest, the thought of writing anything right now– let alone anything coherent about my weekend with the…

A Good Deed Equals GREAT Cleavage

I have issues with Victoria’s Secret.  Seriously.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve attempted to purchase myself a decent bra only to stumble out of the store bewildered and empty handed twenty minutes later wondering why I even bothered to venture from the outlet mall clearance rack in the first place. I’ve been…

Queen of the Buffet

I discovered three interesting things about myself and life in general yesterday.  It was Day #1 of the Philadelphia’s Writer Conference and as such, I found myself in the very same hotel in Old City where I nearly threw up last year thanks to my anxiety over pitching my first manuscript to an agent. This…

The Ladies that Lunch

Yesterday I drove to Baltimore to spend the day at Goucher College, my alma mater.  The official reason for my visit was a luncheon at the president’s house, during which I was seated next to the woman responsible for the Caplan scholarship fund, my year at Oxford University and the transatlantic wanderlust that’s plagued me…

Biological Warfare

Last night, I ate an entire serving of Spanish rice from its microwavable envelope, in bed, whilst wearing pjs at the wild and crazy hour of 8:30pm.  Why?  Because I kissed Date #9 on Sunday, that’s why. Let’s talk about kissing, shall we?  I think part of the reason I’ve taken my three month Match.com…