A 20-Something’s Continued Adventures in Teenage Angst
Sunday evening, 5:00pm: We’re at Penn’s Landing. It’s crowded and hot and full of people who have gathered on the waterfront for the weekly cultural heritage…
Somehow I’m 17 Again…
In the immortal words of Avril Lavigne, “So much for my happy ending.” At 25, I feel rather pathetic to be quoting the Canadian queen of…
Romancing the West (Date #7, Part 2)
Seeing as the Philadelphia Museum of Art is my go-to date, I know exactly where a first kiss ought to take place. There are several possibilities,…
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…
Six More Hours: The Countdown to Date #7 Begins…
T-6 hours until the arrival of Date #7. He texted me last night to tell me how much he was looking forward to finally meeting me…
