The End of the Story
As it turns out, nothing has changed between you and me. Even though you pause to hand me the morning paper when we say our goodbyes…
As it turns out, nothing has changed between you and me. Even though you pause to hand me the morning paper when we say our goodbyes…
You ask me to me to meet you for a drink, so I do. You ask me not to write about it, so I don’t. You…
Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me-eee, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! Okay, so it’s not actually my birthday (my birthday isn’t…
There are few things in this world more reliable than the Swiss rail system. I know this because when I was 17, I blitzed from Strasbourg…
Last week I received a Facebook message from a public radio producer in Canada. It’s contents? Well, to be honest, it took me a good ten…
So, whatever happened to the Norwegian? I don’t know to be honest. I’m already bored with the idea of “Reader’s Digest Mondays” (and it’s not even…
I’m back at Good Karma, my new Favorite Coffee Shop, enjoying (or rather admiring) my new Favorite Source of Caffeine (Karma’s mocha lattes are just too…
Finally! The full scoop on he-who-can’t-be-bothered-to-buy-me-a-drink, aka My One O’Clock. Here’s a hint: To re-cap, I first met My One O’Clock for coffee during my…
On Friday night, I had a conversation with a fellow single-gal blogger over at the ever-delightful Simply Solo. About half an hour in, she asked, “So…
To his credit, he wore dress shoes this time. And dress pants, and a dress shirt with a neon green mark across the wrist, presumably left…
Brunch seemed like a lovely idea at the time: a leisurely stroll into town, a cup of coffee while waiting for a table at Beau Monde…
Okay, all the evidence would suggest that Monday night’s “date” was not a “date.” Exhibit A: He put our names on the waiting list at Tria…