Remind Me: Why am I Going Speed Dating AGAIN?

I got a bit distracted during yesterday’s post.  As such, I forgot to explain why I’m going speed dating in the first place.  Lest you think it’s because I’m bored (or simply short on men to occupy my time), let me assure of the contrary: I’m not.  Between trying to wrap-up this year’s classes and…

Brunch, in Theory

Brunch seemed like a lovely idea at the time: a leisurely stroll into town, a cup of coffee while waiting for a table at Beau Monde and a round of crepes at Philadelphia’s premier French bistro (just in time for Philadelphia’s International Festival of Arts, I might add, the city-wide celebration of all things Parisian).…

Then Again, Maybe Not

It’s been over 36 hours since I sent my cheeky little text to PSM#2.  Not that I’m counting, but if I was I’d have come to the conclusion that he’s just not that into me.  Either that or he’s been staked out in front of his computer for the past three days, Googling his little…

From Disaster to Divine Transcendence

Thursday night’s rendezvous with Date #9 was rather disastrous; although I managed to avoid bleeding to death by way of my toenail injury, I got caught in a torrential downpour, lost on my way to the restaurant and trapped in a one-way street Bermuda Triangle of Death while trying to find parking in the suburban…

Is This a Booty Call?

While I’m busy educating the masses on things to avoid while dating (Sugar daddies, simultaneous suitors, spaghetti on a first date, etc.) I’d like to offer a few remarks on the subject of the booty call— in particular, “When is a call not a booty call?” It took me a while to understand the basic…