They’re Alive!
I have this friend… let’s call her Sherry (if for no other reason than I think I’m going to need a drink after this post). Sherry…
I have this friend… let’s call her Sherry (if for no other reason than I think I’m going to need a drink after this post). Sherry…
Just because you’ve got an evening off and a new boyfriend at your disposal doesn’t mean that you should neglect your girlfriends. Which is why, when…
My first thought, upon discovering the half-eaten remains of the cake I’d intended to bake for The Wedding Date, was “@#$&%& CHAUFFEUR!!!” That’s because my dad…
It was bound to happen. And I knew it was bound to happen which is why, upon deciding that I would be the one to the…
It was bound to happen sooner or later. Yesterday, I got an email on my public account—my SingleinSouthPhilly@gmail.com account— from a fellow Match.com user. A fellow…
“Do you want to see me in a bikini or not?” It was New Years Day, and The Wedding Date had been talking with a friend’s…
It’s been one of those days, by which I mean I’ve spent the past 18 hours or so drowning my sorrows in carbohydrates and whining to…
I have issues with tissues. And socks. And tampons for that matter. As in I never remember to buy them—any of them— and whenever I find…
There’s an app for that. And today, “that” includes personalized dating advice thanks to “Wot Went Wrong?” a new app that allows users to gather feedback…
It’s happening. Actually, it started happening several weeks ago but I didn’t realize just how bad it had gotten until The Wedding Date and I went…
It seemed like a good idea at the time: we were underage and too broke to fly anywhere for Spring Break. (If you missed yesterday’s post,…
Okay, okay… I know that the title of today’s post is actually a command and not a question (and that the question mark, therefore, is totally…