Break Up 101: How to Dump (or Get Dumped) with Dignity

Nothing from nothing but if you’re dating a woman who writes a blog about… well… dating, you probably shouldn’t send her twenty two text messages when she finally comes to her senses about your relationship (or lack thereof) and decides to call it quits. Nor should you email her.  Or send her Facebook messages.  And…

It’s Not Romantic- It’s Agonizing

So, what’s with Date #7?  I’m kind of wondering the same thing.  It’s been almost three weeks since we first met and until very recently, we hadn’t even spoken.  Granted there were the 80 text messages exchanged over the course of a few minutes last week (and no I’m no exaggerating) and oh yeah—that minor…

Darling? Seriously?

There comes a time in every relationship when it becomes advisable—even necessary—to commence the use of terms of endearment.  I’ve answered to everything from “darling” to “my little bhabaganoush” over the years (mainly because my boyfriend at the time enjoyed teasing me about my hatred of eggplant), and I’ve doled out several ingenious creations of…

Twenty Nine Dates

Last night’s dinner with Date #17 brings the grand total up to 29 dates.  And seeing as the Man from Marshalls has already invited me to “hang out” after work, it looks as though I’ll be coming to the end of my official thirty-date experiment in just a few hours.  That said, I feel that…

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),…

My Would-be Date #14

“Longggg Legs!”  It’s 6:00am.  I’m still in bed because my alarm’s not set to go off for another half hour.  So why the heck is my phone buzzing?  Oh right.  It’s a text message.  I fumble in the darkness for my cell phone, knocking a pile of library books to the floor in the process. …

Too Many Texts

I’ve received another letter.  This time, it’s not a love letter but rather an email from my younger brother who, for whatever reason, monitors our collective cell phone bills.  “You may want to upgrade your text messaging plan,” it reads.  “Because you’re 135 texts over your limit for this month.” At first I’m pretty damn…