A Year Later Love Letter

The reception hall wasn’t exactly over flowing with eligible bachelors.  I was there by myself, dateless despite a year of serial dating, and even though I felt rather smart in my $12 Jomar dress, I quickly surmised that this was going to be a very boring wedding. Fortunately, I was wrong. I noticed you for…

And Suddenly a Beach Pass is a Big Deal

The Wedding Date wants to know if I’m a beach person—not because he’s planning some sort of mid-winter, Caribbean getaway (at least not as far as I know), but because he’s trying to decide whether or not to buy a beach pass for the summer. A beach pass. For the summer. It’s only January—the “summer”…

How The Wedding Date Became MY Wedding Date

Did I mention that The Wedding Date and I are flying to Boston on Friday?  No? Well, we are.  I’ve known since our third date (which is when I finally started coming to my senses about a certain someone whom-shall-remain-nameless…) but I didn’t want to say anything until after the New Years Eve Martini Bar…

Ain’t No Teddy Bears on This Picnic

Sushi it is. And bread. And cheese (three varieties to be exact.  I got to Whole Foods and just couldn’t control myself). And prosciutto (he is a man…). And wine. And hummus, veggies, fruit, chocolate chip cookies, hot chocolate and bar of Fairtrade mint dark chocolate to counteract the efforts of the “Garlic Lovers” hummus.…

The (art of avoiding the) Heart of the Matter

So there I am, inadvertently abandoned by my “wedding BFF,” left to fend for myself amongst Date #7’s cousins and wondering, as every woman must wonder at some point in her life, “Should I scrape the mud from between my toes now or later?” This is because Tyler Arboretum, the native woodland that Date #7’s…