Beaujolais or Bachata?
It’s four o’clock in the afternoon. The Wedding Date and I are seated on the couch in his living room and despite the fact that our…
It’s four o’clock in the afternoon. The Wedding Date and I are seated on the couch in his living room and despite the fact that our…
We hike, we picnic and we down the entire thermos of hot chocolate I’ve prepared for our little excursion. Eventually, The Wedding Date suggests we go…
I’d forgotten what a pain in the butt it can be to prepare for a picnic when you live in the city and don’t own a…
It has been brought to my attention that I missed yesterday’s post. Whoops! Here’s a quick hint as to what I’ve been up to: More on…
Sushi it is. And bread. And cheese (three varieties to be exact. I got to Whole Foods and just couldn’t control myself). And prosciutto (he is…
Tomorrow’s date will comprise the third picnic of my Great Date Experiment. Despite my evident experience with all things al fresco, I’m in a bit of…
I’ve never been married (or given birth) but from what I understand, you’re not supposed to badmouth your spouse in front of your kids. For this…
The good news is I’m still alive. The bad news is I still can’t drive stick. It’s a long story (involving a rather fortuitous snafu with…
Today is Monday, which means I’ll be seeing the Wedding Date in just four days if I don’t kill myself this afternoon. It’s not that I’m…
Later this month, because I’m every bit at schizophrenic in my approach to professional development as I am in my approach to men, I’m taking some…
I thought I’d heard it all—you try dating thirty men within the course of a year and blogging about it!—but emotional polygamy? That’s a new one.…
According to Kate Bollick, the Mosuo people of southwest China never get married. One night stands are perfectly acceptable, brothers assume paternal responsibility for their sisters’…