The Story Begins
Okay, okay, I shall stop teasing you all. Here at last is the story of the flowers behind my front door, but we must start, as…
My (Love) Life: Baggage Claim and Layovers
The problem with dating a man who is gluten free (and who has promised to come over one Friday to help you hand out Halloween candy…
Continued Misadventures in Garter Belt-Wearing
My pre-departure shopping list includes, amongst other things, pepper spray and thigh high stockings. (Go ahead. Before we get to the funny part of this story,…
Of Course, Of Course
The European has gone back to Europe. Not for good, but for a few weeks, and when you’ve got plaster ceilings falling down around you and…
Thoughts from the Hot Tub
If all goes according to plan, by the time you read this, The European and I will be sitting in a hot tub overlooking the Chesapeake.…
You Said Yes, So What if You Were Asleep?
The European is a very heavy sleeper. And by “heavy,” I mean that it’s a very good thing that he quit smoking a while back because…
The Great Hammock Wars
Despite my freak rowboat accident, I am mildly obsessed with the Spruce Street Harbor Park. Firstly, it makes me proud to be a Philadelphian. Our waterfront…
Nightclub Navigation
The good thing about being, well, happy, is that you don’t mind what other people do or do not do. Exhibit A: The European is very…
And Then I Fell into a Rowboat
The plan was to meet for Happy Hour at Bistro Romano, head down to the Harbor Park and spend an hour or so canoodling in a…
Throw Back Thursday: Date #12
Here’s a little tidbit from 2010, back when I was young and crazy and able to date multiple men at the same time. Enjoy! I’m sitting…
Where’s the Recall Button?
Today I sent my first-ever email to The European. This is significant for two reasons: He has a proper, respectable career I have a hard time…
The Height Thing
Last month my aunt and uncle came to visit. I’m not terribly close to any of my extended family so when my mom suggested I ask…
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