How The Wedding Date Became MY Wedding Date
Did I mention that The Wedding Date and I are flying to Boston on Friday? No? Well, we are. I’ve known since our third date (which…
Did I mention that The Wedding Date and I are flying to Boston on Friday? No? Well, we are. I’ve known since our third date (which…
Well folks, I have a new Facebook friend. And the conversation that prompted his request somehow pre-empted his reading of my post on the subject. Go…
Absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder. Absence makes the heart grow nitpicky. It’s been eleven days since I last saw The Wedding Date and even…
Today’s post comes courtesy of my former flat mate and partner in crime, Meghan. Meghan and I lived together in London and we spent hours “researching”…
As fate would have it, I did in fact wish The Wedding Date “Happy Birthday” instead of “Merry Christmas.” It’s not that I don’t know the…
It’s funny what a difference a year can make. This time last year, I was smashing candy canes with a vengeance for my annual foray into…
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…
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…
Remember that line in Love Actually when Emma Thompson turns to Alan Rickman and says, “The trouble with being the Prime Minister’s sister is it does…
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…
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…
Tonight’s date is going to be hot. Super hot. I’m wearing—actually, I probably shouldn’t tell you because there’s a good chance you’re reading this at work…