Date #16
Let it be known: the man I met in Marshalls is not bald beneath his Phillies baseball cap— quite the opposite. I know this because a…
Let it be known: the man I met in Marshalls is not bald beneath his Phillies baseball cap— quite the opposite. I know this because a…
I’ve inadvertently scheduled myself a triple header for this weekend. I’m going camping and my companions shall comprise entirely of men—now this is my kind of…
So there I am, standing on the curb in the parking lot at Marshalls in my scuffed up clogs. The cute guy I’ve been staring at…
We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you this important message: today’s post, at the request of Date #15, was supposed to contain dating advice…
My “New month, new men” strategy is going to require some new math because this is my third and final month and Match.com and now that…
Thursday night’s rendezvous with Date #9 was rather disastrous; although I managed to avoid bleeding to death by way of my toenail injury, I got caught…
My morning: wake up (without alarm!) at 5:30. Feel so proud of self for getting up so early (body obviously getting used to early morning productivity…
Well here’s a disappointing discovery: you can’t crunch your way to a six pack in 24 hours (nor 24 years for that matter, and yes, I…
Just in case you were wondering—okay, you probably weren’t wondering, not about this specific fact at least, but I’m going to tell you anyway—reading novels set…
Date #9, quite clearly, has no idea who he’s dealing with. Doesn’t he realize that if he cancels our Monday evening date night that I’ll just…
As far as I’m concerned, there are four and only four times when it is fun to be sick: 1) when you’re a student and being…