The Dream House, Revisited
I know, I know. It’s been an entire week since my last blog post. I can say only this: I am sorry. And I promise to…
A Sneak Peak Inside The Wedding Date’s House
We hike, we picnic and we down the entire thermos of hot chocolate I’ve prepared for our little excursion. Eventually, The Wedding Date suggests we go…
You Know You Live With Your Parents When…
The other day I noticed a new library book on the coffee table. It belonged to my mother and bore the title “How to Raise Your…
Sex and the… Parental Abode
Here’s a little known secret about Yours Truly: I live with my parents. I pay rent, and I have my own bathroom, but still: I live…
Seriously, You’re Cancelling?
Date #9, quite clearly, has no idea who he’s dealing with. Doesn’t he realize that if he cancels our Monday evening date night that I’ll just…
Date #9, the Sequel
Number of blocks I walk to meet Date #9 at Sabrina’s for lunch in the Italian Market: 12 Number of parties ahead of us by the…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 