Me and My Snuggie
And so the post-date wait begins. As it turns out, I could have had a real triple header date if I had stayed in Philadelphia this…
Date #16
Let it be known: the man I met in Marshalls is not bald beneath his Phillies baseball cap— quite the opposite. I know this because a…
A Triple Header???
I’ve inadvertently scheduled myself a triple header for this weekend. I’m going camping and my companions shall comprise entirely of men—now this is my kind of…
A Gentleman’s Guide to Wooing Women
From what I learned in my seventh-grade Confirmation class, here is what makes Lutherans different from Catholics (and I promise you this will be relevant to…
The Rest of the Story
So there I am, standing on the curb in the parking lot at Marshalls in my scuffed up clogs. The cute guy I’ve been staring at…
