Quite Possibly My Last First Date
As the bus crawls towards Rittenhouse, it dawns on me: this might possibly be my last first date. Not because of anything in particular in his…
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…
Dating Standards: The 30 Minute Countdown
Ladies (and gentleman, I suppose), a girl’s got to have standards. Which is why, when the European texted me to say that the “the 76” was…
Dating and Christopher Columbus
It’s Thursday morning and I’m chatting online with a friend from college. “So you went out on another date?” he asks, referring to my newly updated…
Date 2, Part 2
Okay, getting back to last Sunday’s date. I do not throw up. Nor do I retreat. I keep putting one foot in front of the other,…
My Second First Date
I don’t know what is wrong with me. I’ve just finished teaching my weekly Beginner/Intermediate tap class at Koresh but I’m having trouble breathing. I feel,…
I Blame The Sangaritas
So, as most of you know, I accidentally reactivated my Plenty of Fish account and went on a date last Monday. In the spirit of teachable…
My First First Date
On Monday night, I went on a date. It was my first first date (read it again; that wasn’t a typo) in nearly three years but…
Throwback Thursday: Date #4
Remember Date #4? I certainly do. And not because I’m still pining away for him (I’ve come a long way since I was 24) but rather…
Throwback Thursday: Date #1
In late September, 2011, I met my now ex, TWD, at Cuba Libre in Old City. It was our first date. It was not, however, my…
The Hillbilly Serenade
This post was supposed to be about last night’s dinner with Date #6 but you know me: why limit yourself to dating one man over a…
Signs of a Good First Date
Here’s how a first date is supposed to work: Man shows up on time—even a bit early—and politely asks the hostess if it would be possible…
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