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Okay gentlemen, I have to ask: how does one get chin stubble on the bottom of the soap dish?  I don’t normally spend a lot of time studying the undersides of my tub’s odds and ends but the other day I took a bath and as I sat that luxuriating in my combination of Epsom…

How to Get a Girl to Stay the Night

Those of you who’ve been following my love life for some time may recall that I penned the following in response to my ill-fated visit to Pittsburgh this past summer.  And although I was talking specifically about hosting a date for a weekend at the time, the same rules apply for the “Oh no!  It’s…

Four Little Text Messages All in a Row

Date #7 wants me to come for Christmas dinner.  Actually Date #7’s mother wants me to come for Christmas dinner but if her son’s cell phone records are of any indication, she’s not the only one. This is problematic, because I’m going out with The Wedding Date tomorrow night and we’ve already got our fifth…

Help Me, Obi Wan Kenobi

Ladies and gentleman, I need help.  The Wedding Date is a Star Wars fan.  A huge Star Wars fan.  I didn’t believe him when he first told me—it’s rather hard to picture a guy like him sitting around playing with little Luke Skywalker dolls (which is probably why he keeps insisting they’re not called “dolls”…

Somebody Needs an “Off” Switch

Here’s the problem with me: I’m constantly on.  I don’t mean turned on, I mean just on, as in I’m always thinking about my next project, planning my next article, or the plotting my next trip abroad. I didn’t realize quite how bad I’d gotten until my senior year of college, which is when I…

Hot and Cold and Oh-So-Predictable

For today’s post, I am indebted, once again, to Kate of Kate Ferguson Writes.  She’s an English teacher and even though we’ve never met, her comments always make me pause and say “Hmmm… I hadn’t thought of that!” In responding to my post about this year’s Black Friday Martini Bar Soiree (for which I was…