Much Ado About Nothing… and Date #7

I kind of forgot to mention that the weekend came and went with nary a word from Date #7. Under ordinary circumstances, I wouldn’t mind—okay, I…

Living Adventurously, Part One: The Gay Bar

What do drag queens, jock straps and gay porn have to do with living adventurously? Very much, it turns out. I’ve been blown away by the…

A week from today, I’ll be off to Pittsburgh and on my way to spend the weekend with Date #7. This means that between now and…

When I moved back home upon completing my masters degree, I began to worry that I was turning into my mother. We look alike, we dress…

As I waited for the witty and charming emails to roll in, I began to wonder what was wrong with me. I showed my profile to…

So there I was, sitting in the park with the members of my book club (and rather miffed about the fact that we’d gone from discussing…

As promised, here is the story of my stickiest situation. (Click here if you missed yesterday’s post but would still like your chance to win one…

Today marks the one-year anniversary of my Great Date Experiment. My initial plan, as many of you know, was to date 30 men in three months. …

Every once in a while, when I’m bored and trying not to obsess over my text messages (or lack of lack of text messages, as it…

So I’m sitting in the coffee shop at 2nd and Christian, not because I like the coffee shop at 2nd and Christian (too full of babbling…

I’ve been reading, writing and reviewing my brains out for the past 48 hours (thankfully being a dance critic is way more fun than being a…

Before I pick up where we left off yesterday with the contents of Date #7’s email, I need to explain something: I love Italy. I love…