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The 12 Hour Marathon Date

You know those people who go on first dates that last like for 12 hours? With men they meet on the internet? Those people confound me. Especially because those 12 hours are followed (depending on the severity) by at least 48 hours of “Oh my God, he’s THE ONE! He really is this time, I…

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The De-Stringing

So where were we? Right. The street corner, Starbucks in hand, him asking to see me again and me saying yes. The only problem is that this is late November, which means we’re coming up on what I like to refer to as my Ultimate B*tch Period, courtesy of The Lady Hoofers and our annual…

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Quite Possibly My Last First Date

As the bus crawls towards Rittenhouse, it dawns on me: this might possibly be my last first date. Not because of anything in particular in his profile or the messages we’ve been exchanging (although I do like him quite a bit on paper) but because of me. I finally have my sh*t together. I’m wearing…

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And Then I Fell into a Rowboat

The plan was to meet for Happy Hour at Bistro Romano, head down to the Harbor Park and spend an hour or so canoodling in a hammock and then meet up with a few friends for an outdoor screening of The Princess Bride beneath the Walnut St. Bridge. Mistake #1 was thinking that I could…

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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…

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Dating Standards: The 30 Minute Countdown

Ladies (and gentleman, I suppose), a girl’s got to have standards. Which is why, when the European texted me to say that the “the 76” was backed up just a few minutes before we were supposed to meet at Franklin Square for our first date, I started counting. First of all, “the 76” is always…

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Dating and Christopher Columbus

It’s Thursday morning and I’m chatting online with a friend from college. “So you went out on another date?” he asks, referring to my newly updated Facebook status. “Yeah.” “What about that guy you went out with on Sunday? No good?” “No, he was great.” “Then why someone new?” “Well, you know me…” I have…

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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…