My Dad on Dating
“How many more first dates are you going to go on?” my dad asks. “And when do you move on to Round Two?” We’re driving to…
“How many more first dates are you going to go on?” my dad asks. “And when do you move on to Round Two?” We’re driving to…
Rare indeed is the day when I return from a morning at the coffee shop and think, “You know what? This afternoon, I’d like to iron.” …
There are some rules—some terms of engagement, if you will—that simply cannot be broken. These rules pertain to dating of both the online and offline varieties,…
For the last time, “No, 42 Year Old Bald Man with Four Children and a Beer Gut: I will NOT be your ‘Latina Barbie!’” It’s my…
After four first dates in four days, I’ve survived Round One of my online dating marathon. I am, as a result, completely knackered. It’s hard work…
“Is this normal?” my mother asks as I prep for my fourth first date in as many days. She has a right to be concerned; I’m…
When Date #3 suggests we meet at the Philadelphia Museum of Art, I have a minor conniption. I love the Philadelphia Museum of Art, and I…
Dinner is the worst possible first date. You have to wear something that looks good both sitting down and standing up. You have to avoid disaster…
So I’m standing at the bus stop, seven minutes ahead of schedule when the #57 pulls up. But there’s something strange about this particular #57. In…
I had forgotten how much work goes into dating. And it’s all related to hair: combing, trimming, scrunching, tweezing, plucking and so on and so forth. …
I’m three days into my latest ethnographic experiment: three months on match.com. So far, I’ve received 24 “winks,” 19 emails and one invitation to go salsa…