The Devil You Know?

Remember that line in Love Actually when Emma Thompson turns to Alan Rickman and says, “The trouble with being the Prime Minister’s sister is it does put your life into rather harsh perspective.  What did my brother do today?  He stood up and fought for his country.  What did I do?  I made papier-mâché lobster…

Did I Learn ANYTHING from My Experiment? Yes, Actually…

Earlier this week, I finished “The Science of Single” by Rachel Machacek.  This means I’m nearly back on track with my a-book-a-week initiative but more importantly, I think I’ve cracked the code. Whether you subscribe to “The Rules” or the so-called “science” of PSM compatibility as purported by the likes of eHarmony, every scrap of…

Fireworks at Midnight

Since my last post, I’ve consumed one and a half martinis, three chocolate rum balls, two glasses of champagne, another two glasses of sangria and at least eight cups of coffee.  Fortunately New Years Eve festivities span a full 48 hours here in Philadelphia so I managed to pace myself.  Nonetheless, I was extremely grateful…

Those Yuppie Yoga Couples

It’s not that I want to be one of those yuppie couples who spend their Saturday mornings carting their matching yoga mats through the sophisticated suburbs of Cherry Hill or Mt. Airy, discussing the merits of soy vs. almond milk as they head to their weekly “Couples Yoga” class.  It just that… okay, I do…

The Importance of Eating Sushi

There’s nothing like carpooling with a female co-worker to illustrate the obvious differences between men and women.  Fifteen minutes into our commute, we’d covered ex-boyfriends, current boyfriends and everything in between (including Date #17, who has ricocheted from one category to the next over the past week, through no fault of his own).  I’ve been…

The Mystery Man Revealed

I know what you’re all wondering.  After reading about the careful construction of my thirtieth date outfit, my discussion of Austen over pancakes and my decision to accompany my evidently enlightened mystery man for a stroll through The Piazza, you’re just dying to know, “But what about your thoughts on the history of tap dancing…

A Familiar Feeling

The morning after Date #17 takes me for dinner in Center City, I awake with a familiar feeling.  Being that it’s been some time since I’ve been on a first date, however—let alone a first date to a Steven Starr restaurant—I can’t quite place it. Is it a crush?  Date #17 is awfully cute—much cuter…

The Conversation

After the art gallery, the bowling alley, the sports bar and a few days in between to recover from my marathon five-hour date with the Man from Marshalls, I finally found the courage to mention my blog.  The ensuing conversation included the “f” word.  Shall I explain? We decided to meet for a coffee.  On…