The Braless Wonder
The European and I are going to the beach today. This means that I shall spent the next half hour or so trying to determine whether…
The European and I are going to the beach today. This means that I shall spent the next half hour or so trying to determine whether…
Ladies (and gentleman, I suppose), a girl’s got to have standards. Which is why, when the European texted me to say that the “the 76” was…
So here’s where we’re at: The House: As many of you know, I was supposed to close on my little 1,200 square feet of paradise last…
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…
Last week I got an email from the Zoo Date, who entered my life in March of 2011 and exited it shortly thereafter. I remember very…
I wrote the following list in 2011. I then proceeded to forget about it, found it again, took a quick read and gave myself a mental…
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,…
Last week, I met a girlfriend for happy hour in Old City. We were halfway through a plate of curly fries when the inevitable questions began.…
I wrote this three years ago. Three years ago and people are still commenting on the original post. (Seriously, I woke up at 6:00am to the…