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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…

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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…

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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…

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The Rain Test

Eventually, I’m going to have to stop posting about TWD.  After all, no one is going to date a girl who blogs about her ex-boyfriend every day.  But today is not that day. Then again, today’s post isn’t actually about TWD.  It’s about me. Here’s the crazy thing: after TWD and I broke up, I…

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Compromise? Well, it Sucks…

I’m hoping, as I pull into the parking space in front of The Wedding Date’s house on Wednesday night, that he’s going to sweep me up in his arms and tell me he’ll do whatever it takes to be with me: sell his house, quit his job, move to Philadelphia, anything so long as we…