An Ominous Sign from Sou’ Philly
I don’t believe in astrology (except for when I’m confused or bored, which is actually quite often) but if I did, I’d be worried. I was…
The Art of Rejection
Well now here’s an interesting dilemma: I can’t handle rejection. And I’m not talking about being rejected. I’m talking about being the rejecter. I’m fifteen days…
Date #3, the Sequel
So you know those quaint little swan boats that grace the likes of Penn’s Landing (and seemingly romantic locales worldwide)? In theory, they’re great. You stroll…
Friday the 13th
It’s Friday the 13th and I’m meeting Date #3 for a second date in just a few hours. This does not bode well. At two days…
And So it Continues
For the last time, “No, 42 Year Old Bald Man with Four Children and a Beer Gut: I will NOT be your ‘Latina Barbie!’” It’s my…
