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…
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…
The morning after Date #17 takes me for dinner in Center City, I awake with a familiar feeling. Being that it’s been some time since I’ve…