He Doesn’t Like to Snack!
Houston, we have a problem. Date #17 doesn’t like to snack. I repeat: he doesn’t like to snack. He’ll eat his edamame and drink his fancy…
My Third Date with #17
He bought me flowers. Flowers! The timing of their presentation, however, was rather problematic in that I’d just asked, “So, how was your day?” only to…
The Mystery Man Revealed
I know what you’re all wondering. After reading about the careful construction of my thirtieth date outfit, my discussion of Austen over pancakes and my decision…
Thirtieth Time’s a Charm
I have a confession to make: Monday morning’s post took me a rather long time to write—three days, in fact— because the men in my life…
Based Loaded
It’s Monday, October 25th. This means that I am exactly one week away from the end of my Match.com experiment. As I’ve no plans to renew…
