If You Bake a Boyfriend a Cake…
It was bound to happen. And I knew it was bound to happen which is why, upon deciding that I would be the one to the…
It was bound to happen. And I knew it was bound to happen which is why, upon deciding that I would be the one to the…
It was bound to happen sooner or later. Yesterday, I got an email on my public account—my SingleinSouthPhilly@gmail.com account— from a fellow Match.com user. A fellow…
“Do you want to see me in a bikini or not?” It was New Years Day, and The Wedding Date had been talking with a friend’s…
This week’s photo was in fact taken in Edinburgh (congratulations to Siobhan, aka Gringita and Diane). I’m wearing a velvet blazer and a teal t-shirt borrowed…
It’s been one of those days, by which I mean I’ve spent the past 18 hours or so drowning my sorrows in carbohydrates and whining to…
I have issues with tissues. And socks. And tampons for that matter. As in I never remember to buy them—any of them— and whenever I find…
There’s an app for that. And today, “that” includes personalized dating advice thanks to “Wot Went Wrong?” a new app that allows users to gather feedback…
It’s happening. Actually, it started happening several weeks ago but I didn’t realize just how bad it had gotten until The Wedding Date and I went…
It seemed like a good idea at the time: we were underage and too broke to fly anywhere for Spring Break. (If you missed yesterday’s post,…
Okay, okay… I know that the title of today’s post is actually a command and not a question (and that the question mark, therefore, is totally…
Every once in a while something happens that makes me think, “Sh*t! Maybe I should give up on this whole writing thing and just focus on…
This is what The Wedding Date got me for Valentine’s Day: This is what I got (or rather made) for him: Great minds think alike, I…