public displays of affection

Get a Room!

The Wedding Date and I are currently in Bermuda– sans internet– but don’t worry.  I wrote the following last week so you’d have a little something to tide you over until we get back. I’m at my favorite coffee shop, and even though I love the drinks, love the ambiance and love the music, I…

The Good Thing About Ambivalence

Long story short, Date #7 (the man-from-across-the-state who came to Philadelphia this past weekend for what should have been our “third-time’s-a-charm” date) forgot to pack his cell phone charger when he left Pittsburgh. Given the various issues that have plagued our relationship from its very inception, I hit the roof—not because his mistake left me…

“Kissed, and Often, by Someone Who Knows How”

Let’s talk about kissing for a moment, shall we?  As you might have noticed by now, I’m hesitant to say too much about my weekend with Date #7, partially because I know if I do I’ll end up with a terrible case of “analysis paralysis” but also because Date #7’s been known to stop by…

Somehow I’m 17 Again…

In the immortal words of Avril Lavigne, “So much for my happy ending.”  At 25, I feel rather pathetic to be quoting the Canadian queen of teenage angst—shouldn’t I be beyond that?—but when you’ve spent the past ten minutes curled up in bed and crying for no apparent reason, teenage angst is all you’ve got.…

Romancing the West (Date #7, Part 2)

Seeing as the Philadelphia Museum of Art is my go-to date, I know exactly where a first kiss ought to take place.  There are several possibilities, actually: the second floor opposite the staircase where the windows overlook the Parkway, any one of the gazebos that flank the building, or even the staircase itself (and this,…

After He Invites Me In…

So, getting back to Saturday’s date: after flailing around at the rock gym, we go for Mexican food, drive back to his place and decide, after several awkward suggestions, to head downstairs and watch a movie. Now everyone knows that “watch a movie” is code for “make out” and this is fine by me.  It’s…

It’s Gettin’ Hot in Here

You ask me to me to meet you for a drink, so I do.  You ask me not to write about it, so I don’t.  You remind me that there’s a dress code so I don my grandmother’s pearls and a teal dress borrowed from my mother.  You tell me to meet you at seven…

To Have and To Hold

I’m back at Good Karma, my new Favorite Coffee Shop, enjoying (or rather admiring) my new Favorite Source of Caffeine (Karma’s mocha lattes are just too pretty to drink!) and having crossed through Temple’s campus on the bus home from Germantown, I find myself rather preoccupied by the subject of PDAs. Public Displays of Affection…