How to Date a World Cup-Watcher
The bad thing about dating European men (aside from the obvious fact that their shoes are always nicer than yours) is that they like the World…
The bad thing about dating European men (aside from the obvious fact that their shoes are always nicer than yours) is that they like the World…
Let’s talk about marathon runners, shall we? I don’t have anything against them personally, in fact when they’re not busy posting Facebook pictures of their race…
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It’s Thursday morning and I’m chatting online with a friend from college. “So you went out on another date?” he asks, referring to my newly updated…
Okay, getting back to last Sunday’s date. I do not throw up. Nor do I retreat. I keep putting one foot in front of the other,…
I know, I know. I’m supposed to be posting about the culmination of Sunday’s date in Rittenhouse Square. But I haven’t finished writing it yet. So…
I don’t know what is wrong with me. I’ve just finished teaching my weekly Beginner/Intermediate tap class at Koresh but I’m having trouble breathing. I feel,…