The 12 Hour Marathon Date
You know those people who go on first dates that last like for 12 hours? With men they meet on the internet? Those people confound me.…
The De-Stringing
So where were we? Right. The street corner, Starbucks in hand, him asking to see me again and me saying yes. The only problem is that…
Quite Possibly My Last First Date
As the bus crawls towards Rittenhouse, it dawns on me: this might possibly be my last first date. Not because of anything in particular in his…
The Story Begins
Okay, okay, I shall stop teasing you all. Here at last is the story of the flowers behind my front door, but we must start, as…
How to Love when you Hate to Fight
Right. So yesterday’s post? Feel, Felt, Found? I’m sure you felt like I was just putting you off, dragging things out for the sake of a…
