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…

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),…