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Throw Back Thursday: Date #12

Here’s a little tidbit from 2010, back when I was young and crazy and able to date multiple men at the same time.  Enjoy! I’m sitting cross legged on the floor, eyes closed, holding the index finger of my left hand against my left nostril and breathing through my right.  Why?  Because the flap on my box of Yogi Chai Rooibos tea bags told me to, that’s why.  These twenty six breaths through my right nostril are supposed to bring me “sunny energy” and with five first dates in five days, I need all the energy I can get.  (Sorry if you were hoping for a steamy account of tantric sex; it’s just cardboard box yoga). Prior to the advent of this blog, I don’t think I’ve ever been called “energetic.”  Actually, there was one time.  It was in Ehmkendorf, a tiny town in northern Germany.  I was seventeen and just completing my first international service project with Volunteers For Peace.  On the last day of the workcamp, one of my fellow volunteers presented me …

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Throwback Thursday: The Latina Barbie

I know, I know. I’m supposed to be posting about the culmination of Sunday’s date in Rittenhouse Square. But I haven’t finished writing it yet. So here you go in the meantime: a little blast from the past (from 2010 to be exact). For the last time, “No, 42 Year Old Bald Man with Four Children and a Beer Gut: I will NOT be your ‘Latina Barbie!’” It’s my own fault. Having dated four perfectly lovely men and found myself rather enamored of three of them, you’d think I’d be content to leave it at that. But I’m only eleven days into my three month match.com subscription. Think of all the crazy stories I’ll miss, the outfits I’ll never get to wear, the restaurants I’ll never get to try if I call it quits now! And so, for the sake of my morbid interest in cyber chemistry and what makes people click, I’ve thrown myself back into the games of “making connections” with renewed enthusiasm. After enduring more than a few awkward conversations on the …

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Throwback Thursday: From Disaster to Divine Transcendence

I know, I know. It’s barely Thursday anymore. But better late than never! The problem is that I’m trying to buy a house. And buying a house isn’t conducive with… well, anything. It’s amazing that the majority of the population isn’t living in cardboard boxes on the side of the road. But here you have it: the rest of the story (sort of) of Date #9. Thursday night’s rendezvous with Date #9 was rather disastrous; although I managed to avoid bleeding to death by way of my toenail injury, I got caught in a torrential downpour, lost on my way to the restaurant and trapped in a one-way street Bermuda Triangle of Death while trying to find parking in the suburban Twilight Zone that Date #9 calls home. Suffice it to say, I arrived completely flustered, soaking wet and twenty minutes late, thereby rendering Date #9 rather pissed off. In my defense, I had reserved a Zipcar for 6:00, thereby giving myself an hour to make what should have been a 30 minute trip. Date …

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Throwback Thursday: Seriously, You’re Cancelling?

Tomorrow, I promise, I will fill you all in on Monday night’s date. In the meantime, here’s another throwback from the days in which my life wasn’t a complete disaster. Date #9, quite clearly, has no idea who he’s dealing with. Doesn’t he realize that if he cancels our Monday evening date night that I’ll just call one of the other 13 eligible bachelors I have on speed dial? Doesn’t he know that I’ve got men lined up around the block, just dying to take me out? Doesn’t he realize that all I need to do is snap my fingers and— If only it were that easy. I’m going to let you in on a little secret (but you have to promise not to tell anyone, unless of course you think your co-workers might be in the need of a pick-me-up, say something along the lines of “Look [insert your disgruntled co-worker’s name here], her love life is even more of a MESS than yours!” In that case I invite you to avail yourself of …

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Throwback Thursday: It’s Gettin’ Hot in Here

I’ve been to Philadelphia’s Union League a grand total of two times.  The first time was when I was working in Development at the Walnut Street Theater.  The second time was when Date #4 and I got back together for a brief and ill-fated second go round.  To be honest, this post makes me blush.  But I like it.  I hope you will like it too. 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 o’clock so I walk to Christian Street and hail a cab.  You instruct me to give my name at the entrance (“They’ll escort you”) so I do, and there I see your name scribbled on a sticky tab next to mine. I’m told to head straight back; that I’ll find you at the bar, …

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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 into arm candy on my part.  At the time, however, I was too dazzled by his fancy-ness in all aspects of life (or at least those I considered important at the time, namely dress, speech and restaurant patronage) to notice.        “Is this normal?” my mother asks as I prep for my fourth first date in as many days.  She has a right to be concerned; I’m wearing another of her dresses.  Although I’m not really sure what constitutes “normal” in the world of online dating, I’m fairly certain four dates in four days does not. My cuticles hurt.  My feet hurt.  My eyebrows hurt.  My legs hurt because Date #4 is taking me to Time, a restaurant and jazz …

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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 standing at the bus stop, seven minutes ahead of schedule when the #57 pulls up.  But there’s something strange about this particular #57.  In fact, there’s no door.  The driver pulls the bus to a stop, so I know I’m in the right place, but when she lets her foot off the break, it finally hits me.  She’s only stopped because there’s a red light and the door is… “Wait!” I cry to the driver, “Miss, is the door—do I get on the bus on the other side?” “Girl, you’d better hurry!” she calls through the open window.  “The light’s about to change!”  So I dart in front of the bus, dash around the side (and just in case you’re …

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Sick of Being Single? Create a Match.com Summer Singles Event and Win!

Online dating is a misnomer.  At least that’s what I told everyone at my Online Dating 101 workshops earlier this year: get offline and get into the real world as soon as possible! Of course, some people enjoy months of correspondence with unknown pen-pals who turn out to be complete lunatics but I’m not one of them.  At least not anymore.  Which is why I’m so excited about the fact that Match.com is celebrating its one year anniversary of getting people offline thanks to Stir Events. What is Stir?  I’m so glad you asked.  Stir didn’t exist during the days of my manthropological experiment—in fact, when I logged on during my workshop in February to show some elderly women how to navigate the home page, I was taken by surprise and had to admit that I wasn’t quite as “up” on the world of online dating as I once was— but nowadays Match.com members around the country can get together for real time, real life singles events, ranging from large-scale happy hours at popular venues …