Do You Swing?
Half an hour before The Wedding Date and I are due at my friend’s dinner party on Saturday night, my phone rings. It’s him, and he’s…
A Blissfully Groggy Monday Morning
Well folks, I’ve survived my first television appearance. It wasn’t nearly as glamorous as I’d hoped it would be (the security folks didn’t even want to…
How to Get a Girl to Stay the Night
Those of you who’ve been following my love life for some time may recall that I penned the following in response to my ill-fated visit to…
I Blame the Colombian Hot Chocolate
Let’s work our way backwards, shall we? Because frankly, there are few things sexier than a man in his pjs standing in front of the stove…
So Yeah… About Friday Night
Given my inability to find my way out of a paper bag, I’m glad that there’s a landmark just before I have to make the turn…
