Extra Innings (Or: The Conclusion of the Weekend’s Double Header)
So I’m standing in the middle of the Primate House at the Philadelphia Zoo with my Three O’Clock and he’s just asked me, “So, what…
My Three O’Clock (The Double Header Continues)
I’m nearly to the front gate of the Philadelphia Zoo when I get a text from my three o’clock: he’s running late. This is not good. …
My One O’Clock
My one o’clock has been pissing me off for the past week and a half—and we’ve not even met. This is because he’s new to Philadelphia…
Oops, I Did it Again
Serial dating was a lot easier when I, you know, didn’t have a real job. That’s not to say that I was unemployed last summer—I was…
Why I Need to Stop Doing Yoga
So I know yoga is supposed to be all about cleaning your mind and such but I’ve always believed that physical exertion should be rewarded. This…
