You Know You Live With Your Parents When…
The other day I noticed a new library book on the coffee table. It belonged to my mother and bore the title “How to Raise Your…
My Discarded Men
So, whatever happened to the Norwegian? I don’t know to be honest. I’m already bored with the idea of “Reader’s Digest Mondays” (and it’s not even…
To Have and To Hold
I’m back at Good Karma, my new Favorite Coffee Shop, enjoying (or rather admiring) my new Favorite Source of Caffeine (Karma’s mocha lattes are just too…
Introducing… My NEW BLOG!
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No Wonder He’s So Smooth!
Finally! The full scoop on he-who-can’t-be-bothered-to-buy-me-a-drink, aka My One O’Clock. Here’s a hint: To re-cap, I first met My One O’Clock for coffee during my…
Serial Dating: The Readers Digest Version
On Friday night, I had a conversation with a fellow single-gal blogger over at the ever-delightful Simply Solo. About half an hour in, she asked, “So…
Dress Shoes, Dress Shirts and a Sunday Scavenger Hunt
To his credit, he wore dress shoes this time. And dress pants, and a dress shirt with a neon green mark across the wrist, presumably left…
Brunch, in Theory
Brunch seemed like a lovely idea at the time: a leisurely stroll into town, a cup of coffee while waiting for a table at Beau Monde…
It’s the Time Again: My Single Male Friend Friday!
You know those guys who are just too good to be true? They’re gorgeous without making a big show of it, they’re well-dressed, they’re polite and…
So Yeah… Columns Get Cut
One peanut butter brownie, one raspberry mocha, and one entire box of Annie’s Whole Wheat Alfredo Pasta, I’m feeling better (if a bit fat). Not only…
At Last! Monday Night’s Non-Date
Okay, all the evidence would suggest that Monday night’s “date” was not a “date.” Exhibit A: He put our names on the waiting list at Tria…
The Thing About Pigeons
I have a thing about pigeons. Birds in general, actually, put pigeons in particular. They’re little more than winged rats in my opinion and that flapping…
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