Wedding Reading 101: Give Them a Reason to Use Their Tissues
I have issues with wedding readings. The last time I was asked to read at a wedding, it was for a friend from high school from…
To Boston and Back (Hint: We lived to tell!)
“We didn’t kill each other!” These are the first words out of The Wedding Date’s mouth when my mom picks us up at the airport on…
The Aliens Are Coming For Me
As if I didn’t have enough on my mind with tomorrow’s trip to Boston with The Wedding Date, E.T. is sad at me. I know this…
How The Wedding Date Became MY Wedding Date
Did I mention that The Wedding Date and I are flying to Boston on Friday? No? Well, we are. I’ve known since our third date (which…
Why I Missed the Fireworks on New Years Eve
I know, I know: we’re already three days into the New Year and I have yet to post a single word about the Martini Bar Soiree,…
The Official Martini Bar Soiree Cheat Sheet
It’s finally here: the official 2012 New Year’s Eve Martini Bar Soiree! I’ve yet to come up with even the most cliché of New Year’s Resolutions…
A Surprise in My Inbox
Well folks, I have a new Facebook friend. And the conversation that prompted his request somehow pre-empted his reading of my post on the subject. Go…
Since when is “Friend” a verb?
Absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder. Absence makes the heart grow nitpicky. It’s been eleven days since I last saw The Wedding Date and even…
Crossing The Rubicon: Navigating the Facebook Relationship Status
Today’s post comes courtesy of my former flat mate and partner in crime, Meghan. Meghan and I lived together in London and we spent hours “researching”…
Break Up 101: How to Dump (or Get Dumped) with Dignity
Nothing from nothing but if you’re dating a woman who writes a blog about… well… dating, you probably shouldn’t send her twenty two text messages when…
Picture Perfect… Almost
As fate would have it, I did in fact wish The Wedding Date “Happy Birthday” instead of “Merry Christmas.” It’s not that I don’t know the…
Feliz Something-Or-Other
It’s funny what a difference a year can make. This time last year, I was smashing candy canes with a vengeance for my annual foray into…
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