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You Said Yes, So What if You Were Asleep?

The European is a very heavy sleeper. And by “heavy,” I mean that it’s a very good thing that he quit smoking a while back because I’m pretty sure his house could burn down around him and he wouldn’t notice. This is the only thing about him that truly distresses me. Well, that and the…

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The Height Thing

Last month my aunt and uncle came to visit. I’m not terribly close to any of my extended family so when my mom suggested I ask my aunt about “the thing” I had to stop and think for a minute. “What thing?” I asked. “You know. Your height thing. Because your Aunt Chris is taller…

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The House and the Men: An Update

So here’s where we’re at: The House: As many of you know, I was supposed to close on my little 1,200 square feet of paradise last Wednesday but the bank appraiser is refusing to sign off on my loan unless the seller installs a stove, fixes the holes in the kitchen floor and puts some…

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The (Sort of) Return of the Zoo Date

Last week I got an email from the Zoo Date, who entered my life in March of 2011 and exited it shortly thereafter. I remember very little about him except that he was funny and kissed rather… enthusiastically. The email read as follows: Hey Kat, This is […] (aka The Zoo Date). Anyway, I was…

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(Plenty of) Fishing

I didn’t mean to. Honestly. I was just trying to adjust my email notification settings so that the Plenty of Fish account I set up four years ago would stop blowing up my inbox every three seconds… But in order to do that, you have to log on. And once you log on, they strike.…

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Okay Gentlemn-with-whom-I-share-a-bathroom

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…