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…
It’s Time to be Ruthless
I once had a professor in college who told me, “You’re extremely gifted. You’re going to have lots of opportunities come your way. But you must…
The Single Bridezilla “Debate” Rages On
Whoddathunkit? The Single Bridezilla “debate” rages on over at the Daily Mail (142 comments and counting!) and even though I know I shouldn’t even bother reading…
Do I Look Fat in this Dress?
My biggest concerns in watching yesterday’s Good Morning America segment on Single Bridezillas were as follows: 1) Would the producers make me look like a complete…
I’m Pretty Sure He Was Talking to My Bra
On Friday night, The Wedding Date told me he loved me. But I don’t think he was talking to me. I think he was talking to…
The End, the Beginning and a Question from The Wedding Date
On Friday night, I feel asleep watching Star Wars. Again. This is a problem because The Wedding Date (my current beau for those of you just…
Sweet Nothings, En Español
First things first: my Good Morning America debut will occur on Monday, not today as I’d initially thought. So set your DVRs for Monday morning (or…
Adventures in Cardio (and Compromise) with The Wedding Date
Relationships, I’m learning, are all about compromise. And shaving your legs way more often than anyone should this time of year, but mainly about compromise. This…
We’re Rolling! And I’m Twirling Around in my $12 Wedding Dress…
Its 12:05 and the Good Morning America folks still haven’t arrived. My poor mother has practically glued herself to the kitchen window (she’s keeping watch for…
And Now the Producers Want to Talk to My “Boyfriend”
I’m not crazy. Despite what the editors over at Marie Claire and the producers over at Good Morning America might think. Plenty of women start planning…
Blogging and Boyfriends Do Not Mix
Blogging, I’ve decided, is a single girl’s game. Now that I’m not-exactly-single, these daily posts are starting to feel like a chore, and stuff keeps happening…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 