Life Lessons from a FASHION Director?
Ladies and gentleman, I have an announcement to make. Three actually. The first is that I spent Memorial Day at my parents’ place in The-Middle-of-Nowhere (Hoopers…
It’s Time to Tie the Knot– just “knot” for me
It’s starting again. I scraped through the first round of weddings—the post-college round—by the skin of my teeth. Always flying in from somewhere, always just after…
A Question from the Hot Tub: Would YOU Date Me?
By the time you read this, I’ll be sitting in a hot tub overlooking the Chesapeake with a drink in hand—preferably something cool and alcoholic (even…
It’s all Relative, Except when its NOT!
I’m chatting with my friend Ove from Norway about Date #7 (the man from across the state who I’ve never actually met) when he asks the…
Close Encounters of the AWKWARD Kind
It was bound to happen sooner or later. In a city the size of Philadelphia, there are only so many single men, so many bartenders and…
Seriously, Why Me?
Note to self: do not wear hoop earrings while attempting to teach preschoolers how to jump rope. I nearly lost an earlobe yesterday—several times, actually—and our…
After He Invites Me In…
So, getting back to Saturday’s date: after flailing around at the rock gym, we go for Mexican food, drive back to his place and decide, after…
When did I become THAT girl?
Let’s get one thing straight: sometimes I make mistakes. Oftentimes, actually, and this weekend was one of those times. If you missed Saturday’s post about why…
To Fall or to Jump?
I feel as though I’ve been run over by a truck and then strung out on one those medieval torture racks, like the one at the…
Sparks Will Fly– or Fall off the Face of the Rock Wall
Pursuant to everyone’s comments yesterday (the vast majority of them at least), I’ve decided to allow myself a third date with My 50th. The only problem…
Types, Taste and My Continued Search for Something TORRID
If you thought I was done talking about types you’re wrong: I’m not. I’ve been reading your comments and your questions (even the uncomfortable ones that…
Getting Back to my 51st Date
Those of you who recall my 50th date will be pleased to note that I availed myself of the restroom during my 51st. As such, I…
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