Date #9, the Sequel
Number of blocks I walk to meet Date #9 at Sabrina’s for lunch in the Italian Market: 12 Number of parties ahead of us by the…
Number of blocks I walk to meet Date #9 at Sabrina’s for lunch in the Italian Market: 12 Number of parties ahead of us by the…
Starting tomorrow, I will have approximately one hundred children under my care for the duration of the school year. Although “After I Quit My Day Job”…
At 4:00pm on Friday afternoon, I found myself in a bit of a conundrum: I had failed to schedule a date for the evening. To be…
You know the chemistry is lacking when you make it home in time to watch three episodes of Big Bang Theory. Granted, it was Bang-a-thon night…
I’ve been getting quite a few questions about my little experiment, although seeing as I’m gearing up for my fourteenth first date since the beginning of…
“Longggg Legs!” It’s 6:00am. I’m still in bed because my alarm’s not set to go off for another half hour. So why the heck is my…
It’s 5:00 and I’m back at Café Fulya, killing time before Date #13’s arrival. I’m wearing flats because the last time I saw Date #13 (yes,…
I’m sitting cross legged on the floor, eyes closed, holding the index finger of my left hand against my left nostril and breathing through my right. …
If I had to pick a favorite sport, I’d pick baseball. You don’t have to run in baseball (at least not as much as you do…
I was sitting in Café Fulya yesterday debating whether or not I should schedule two dates for one day, which (because I’d have to change outfits,…
I don’t need a boyfriend. I need a secretary. Would it be possible, I wonder, to find one person to fulfill both rolls? I’m thinking something…
After announcing my intention to date thirty men in three months, the words “insane,” “impossible,” and “suicide” came to mind. Thirty men in three months? Really? …