Date #7, Part 1
I’m so jittery on my way to meet Date #7 that I get off the bus two stops early and have to walk the last four…
I’m so jittery on my way to meet Date #7 that I get off the bus two stops early and have to walk the last four…
I’m nearly to the front gate of the Philadelphia Zoo when I get a text from my three o’clock: he’s running late. This is not good. …
Assimilation is a hot topic these days. Whether it’s Tony Blair talking about the integration of Muslim immigrants in Britain (or the lack thereof, as he…
There comes a time in every relationship when it becomes advisable—even necessary—to commence the use of terms of endearment. I’ve answered to everything from “darling” to…
Within the past 48 hours, I’ve had three friends come to me for relationship advice. “I’m not exactly batting a thousand over here,” I keep telling…
Something wonderful has happened. I awoke Sunday morning with a splitting headache—and not just a my-sinus-infection-has-turned-into-a-proper-cold-headache (thanks to having spent every waking moment this past week…
Hold onto your hats folks: in just 24 hours I will be back on the horse, or the wagon or whatever word normal people use to…
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…
You know you’ve gone a bit too public with your love life when a family friend pulls a hamburger off the grill on Labor Day and…
Last week, a certain eligible bachelor called to cancel on me for the second Friday night in a row. Now I ask you: what’s the point of registering…
While I’m busy educating the masses on things to avoid while dating (Sugar daddies, simultaneous suitors, spaghetti on a first date, etc.) I’d like to offer…
It’s Sunday morning and believe it or not, I did not go out last night. Instead, I spent the evening painting my nails in anticipation of…