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Date 2, Part 2

Okay, getting back to last Sunday’s date. I do not throw up. Nor do I retreat. I keep putting one foot in front of the other, ignoring the throngs of people crowding the perimeter of the park and telling myself, “I used to be good at this. I used to be GREAT at this. How…

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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…

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…