The Great Concert Freak Out or, the time Third Eye Blind made me cry (and not in a good way)
Before I started dating PIC, I could count the number of concerts I’d been to on one hand: Jimmy Buffet and (I probably shouldn’t admit this…
Before I started dating PIC, I could count the number of concerts I’d been to on one hand: Jimmy Buffet and (I probably shouldn’t admit this…
I like to think of myself as feminist. Some days I even think I’m a good feminist, but when it comes to getting engaged, I find…
It’s Wednesday night and PIC and I are eating dinner in front of the TV. He leans back and glances up at the ceiling fan (which…
Hi, remember me? The girl who used to blog here? Well, I’m back. Again. But this time it’s for good and I’m finally going to start…
I’m sorry for last week—for getting you all excited about my return to “regular” posting only to leaving you hanging with a single, solitary, charming-but-rather-daft post…
It’s time for another confession. I promised myself that I would never again let my life revolve around a boyfriend, and I’m keeping this promise, but…
I’ve spent the better part of my life wondering if love is real or not. On good days, I think it’s a feeling, an emotion, an…
We’re on the train, the new boyfriend and I, heading downtown from his apartment in the suburbs. I’m writing a blog post on my phone and…
The average American male, upon finding himself in the kitchen of a woman he’s just met on the morning after their second date, would probably skedaddle…
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.…
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…
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…