Further Adventures in Free Champagne (But only if you’re “discerning”)
It’s here. It’s finally, finally here: my very first exclusive invitation to a big-city bridal salon for (wait for it) “discerning brides.” Tickets usually cost $75…
Breakfast in Bed: The Final Frontier
Ladies and gentleman, we’ve had a break through. It all started Sunday morning when I found myself snuggled in bed with The Wedding Date for the…
Easy Valentine’s Gifts for the Jane Austen Lover
Yesterday I wrote about my college boyfriend (who bought me the complete works of Jane Austen for Valentine’s Day) and my current beau, The Wedding Date…
How to Blow the Curve: A Modern Man’s Guide to Romantic Gifts
Shortly before Valentine’s Day during my senior year of college, my boyfriend-at-the-time asked me to name my favorite author. “Jane Austen,” I replied. Wasn’t that obvious?…
I’m Pretty Sure He Was Talking to My Bra
On Friday night, The Wedding Date told me he loved me. But I don’t think he was talking to me. I think he was talking to…
The Voice of Reason… or Something
Well, I’m glad that yesterday’s post didn’t completely offend anyone. And those of you who pointed out that beauty doesn’t necessarily equal power are right; beauty…
Persuasion
Persuasion. We’ve all felt it. In fact, there’s an entire Jane Austen novel on the subject, entitled (not surprisingly) “Persuasion.” It wasn’t one of her best,…
The Next Installment of the Gentlemen’s Guide: Weekend Wooing
Back in junior high, my BFF and I decided to write a manual for boys—boys who were interested in dating us. We were fed up with…
Love, or a Literary Exercise?
Thank God my data plan now supports unlimited texting. Date #7 and I exchanged 82 messages yesterday. Eighty two! Granted, he was sitting on a plane…
Help! I’m Dating Myself…
He wants to write to me. Like a proper, hand-written letter— envelope and all. Evidently I wasn’t the only one feeling completely mashed up inside after…
STOP Writing Love Letters
There is a fine line between romance and desperation. I know this not only because I’ve crossed it on more than one occasion but because I…
Remember Date #7? Well…
In preparing for (and recovering from) my 50th date, I neglected to mention that I’ve met the man of my dreams. (And no, my 50th date…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 