Neither Girlfriend nor Facebook Friend

I’m sitting at my desk, snacking on raw almonds and thinking “Hmm, these nuts are rather nice without chocolate, actually” when my phone rings.  It’s a text from my friend Marisa: You have a boyfriend??? Marisa lives in LA.  This means that Wednesday’s misunderstanding, as promulgated by my unfortunate use of the word “girlfriend,” has…

He Doesn’t Like to Snack!

Houston, we have a problem.  Date #17 doesn’t like to snack.  I repeat: he doesn’t like to snack. He’ll eat his edamame and drink his fancy wine but—and this is a direct quote— he’s “not really into snacking.” I don’t know how you can be “not into snacking.”  That’s like saying you’re not into breathing…