Quite Possibly My Last First Date
As the bus crawls towards Rittenhouse, it dawns on me: this might possibly be my last first date. Not because of anything in particular in his…
The Story Begins
Okay, okay, I shall stop teasing you all. Here at last is the story of the flowers behind my front door, but we must start, as…
How to Love when you Hate to Fight
Right. So yesterday’s post? Feel, Felt, Found? I’m sure you felt like I was just putting you off, dragging things out for the sake of a…
You Said Yes, So What if You Were Asleep?
The European is a very heavy sleeper. And by “heavy,” I mean that it’s a very good thing that he quit smoking a while back because…
The Great Hammock Wars
Despite my freak rowboat accident, I am mildly obsessed with the Spruce Street Harbor Park. Firstly, it makes me proud to be a Philadelphian. Our waterfront…
Nightclub Navigation
The good thing about being, well, happy, is that you don’t mind what other people do or do not do. Exhibit A: The European is very…
And Then I Fell into a Rowboat
The plan was to meet for Happy Hour at Bistro Romano, head down to the Harbor Park and spend an hour or so canoodling in a…
Where’s the Recall Button?
Today I sent my first-ever email to The European. This is significant for two reasons: He has a proper, respectable career I have a hard time…
The Height Thing
Last month my aunt and uncle came to visit. I’m not terribly close to any of my extended family so when my mom suggested I ask…
The Trouble with Older Men
Okay, now that we’ve gotten the real estate out of the way, let’s talk about men. As most of you know, I’ve always gone for older…
When You Don’t Have Time to Blog
Okay world, it’s time to let you all in on a little secret. Contrary to popular opinion, I don’t wake up at 6:00am every morning. When…
Must Love Dancing
You’ll have to forgive me. I really do intend to stop writing about TWD eventually but the more I write, the more things make sense and…
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