Of Pandas and Pigeons, or How to Bag a Brit
It’s that time again: time for me to quit whining about my love life and let someone else take center stage while I continue fretting over…
It’s that time again: time for me to quit whining about my love life and let someone else take center stage while I continue fretting over…
In case you were wondering, the Starbucks salted caramel mocha tastes neither of salt nor of caramel (until you the get the last inch and a…
You know what? I would like a boyfriend. It’s cold. People aren’t meant to be alone when it’s cold. People are meant to share hot chocolates…
I’ve been really looking forward to seeing The Wedding Date, but I’m also a bit nervous. This is for several reasons. Firstly, I’m meeting him at…
Unbeknownst to me, there are three separate establishments bearing the address “312 Haddon Ave” and only one of these is the restaurant where I’m supposed to…
My preschoolers have reached an important milestone in their young lives. They still can’t tie their shoes (“Miss Kat, I’m only FOUR! I’m not going to…
Long story short, Date #7 (the man-from-across-the-state who came to Philadelphia this past weekend for what should have been our “third-time’s-a-charm” date) forgot to pack his…
You know those women on Dr. Phil and Judge Judy? The ones who go through their boyfriend’s cell phones for signs of infidelity? The ones who…
Well, I’m glad that yesterday’s post didn’t completely offend anyone. And those of you who pointed out that beauty doesn’t necessarily equal power are right; beauty…
It’s officially fall here in the City of Brotherly Love. I know this because A) I’m back at my favorite coffee shop drinking my first non-iced…
Persuasion. We’ve all felt it. In fact, there’s an entire Jane Austen novel on the subject, entitled (not surprisingly) “Persuasion.” It wasn’t one of her best,…
Tonight I’m going to a Flyers game with my old flat mate, his fiancé and my friend Date #6. (And yes, I said “friend,” despite the…