Help! I’m Dating Myself…

He wants to write to me. Like a proper, hand-written letter— envelope and all. Evidently I wasn’t the only one feeling completely mashed up inside after…

My Single Male Friend Friday: Meet “D”

It’s Friday. This means three things. First, by the time you read this I’ll be knee-deep in hula hoops at The School’s Annual Field Day. (I’m…

Remind Me: Why am I Going Speed Dating AGAIN?

I got a bit distracted during yesterday’s post. As such, I forgot to explain why I’m going speed dating in the first place. Lest you think…

A Question from the Hot Tub: Would YOU Date Me?

By the time you read this, I’ll be sitting in a hot tub overlooking the Chesapeake with a drink in hand—preferably something cool and alcoholic (even…

Vintage Ladies and Vintage Wines or, An Afternoon with my Abuela

Tuesday’s debate about cultural assimilation (as it applies to dating, of course) reminded me of a conversation I had with my grandmother last week. She came…