How to Wallow… Productively
So in addition to Monday being The Day Date #7 Drove Back to His Side of the State, it was also the My First Day of…
So in addition to Monday being The Day Date #7 Drove Back to His Side of the State, it was also the My First Day of…
Sunday evening, 5:00pm: We’re at Penn’s Landing. It’s crowded and hot and full of people who have gathered on the waterfront for the weekly cultural heritage…
In the immortal words of Avril Lavigne, “So much for my happy ending.” At 25, I feel rather pathetic to be quoting the Canadian queen of…
Seeing as the Philadelphia Museum of Art is my go-to date, I know exactly where a first kiss ought to take place. There are several possibilities,…
I’m so jittery on my way to meet Date #7 that I get off the bus two stops early and have to walk the last four…
T-6 hours until the arrival of Date #7. He texted me last night to tell me how much he was looking forward to finally meeting me…
I have issues with Victoria’s Secret. Seriously. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve attempted to purchase myself a decent bra only to stumble out…
He’s coming. He was in the hospital over the weekend (hence the lack of communication). He’s booked a hotel halfway between my place his brother’s (so…
Well folks, I still haven’t heard from Date #7 (and seeing as we’re supposed to be meeting for the first time on Friday afternoon and spending…
He said he’d call. Rather, I asked him to call and he said he would. Over the weekend. Well folks, the weekend is over and I…
Yesterday I attended my very first bridal shower. It confirmed what many of you have suspected all along: I’m not ready to get married. Not by…
Judging by the contents of my table at the coffee shop, I’ve been stood up. This is because there are two iced drinks at my table:…