Archive for ‘August, 2010’

Date #5

Rare indeed is the day when I return from a morning at the coffee shop and think, “You know what?  This afternoon, I’d like to iron.” …

The Art of Rejection

Well now here’s an interesting dilemma: I can’t handle rejection.  And I’m not talking about being rejected.  I’m talking about being the rejecter.  I’m fifteen days…

Date #3, the Sequel

So you know those quaint little swan boats that grace the likes of Penn’s Landing (and seemingly romantic locales worldwide)?  In theory, they’re great.  You stroll…

Post Marathon

After four first dates in four days, I’ve survived Round One of my online dating marathon.  I am, as a result, completely knackered.  It’s hard work…

Date #4

“Is this normal?” my mother asks as I prep for my fourth first date in as many days.  She has a right to be concerned; I’m…

Date #3

When Date #3 suggests we meet at the Philadelphia Museum of Art, I have a minor conniption.  I love the Philadelphia Museum of Art, and I…

Date #2

Dinner is the worst possible first date.  You have to wear something that looks good both sitting down and standing up.  You have to avoid disaster…

Date #1

So I’m standing at the bus stop, seven minutes ahead of schedule when the #57 pulls up.  But there’s something strange about this particular #57.  In…