All posts tagged: Piccadilly Circus

This Time Last Year

Exactly one year ago, I left London.  The night before my departure, my then-boyfriend and I caught the bus to Piccadilly Circus.  “Can’t we take the tube?” he asked.  “It’ll be faster.” “No,” I replied.  “The Number 9.  From Hammersmith.”  And so, for old time’s sake, we trudged from his flat to the bus station and caught the Number 9, just as we had the night he asked me to be his girlfriend and just as I had every week for nearly a year before I met him, clutching my tap shoes, my reading assignments and my trusty Oyster Card, elbowing my way through tourists and children alike to get to the front seats on the upper deck. We split a cranberry turkey pasty and walked from Piccadilly Circus up Regent Street, which was already glowing beneath its canopies of star shaped Christmas lights even though it was only November.  After sampling our fill of teas and coffees at Whittard of Chelsea, we proceeded to Covent Garden and I started crying almost as soon as …

Frequently Asked Questions re/ Frequent Online Dates

I’ve been getting quite a few questions about my little experiment, although seeing as I’m gearing up for my fourteenth first date since the beginning of August, “little” no longer seems like the right word.  Since I’ve have a break for the past two nights (by which I mean I’ve been working instead of dating), I thought I’d take the time to respond to your questions, and maybe figure out what the heck I’m doing in the process. (Please note that this “experiment” is a work in progress, it’s about as scientific as the “crack” cookie recipe my flat mates and I “invented” during grad school and, above all, it’s meant to be lighthearted.  If you’re looking for a highbrow meditation on modern feminism, I’d be happy to post a few of my old Oxford reading lists but something tells me that if you’re reading this, you’d rather just enjoy your morning cup of coffee with a side of humor.) Question:  What happens if someone wants a second date? Answer:  I put them through my …