Too Many Texts
I’ve received another letter. This time, it’s not a love letter but rather an email from my younger brother who, for whatever reason, monitors our collective…
The Dinner Party
When life gives you lemons… it’s time to whip up a pitcher of sangria. And this, my dear readers, is precisely what I did Monday night. …
Is This a Booty Call?
While I’m busy educating the masses on things to avoid while dating (Sugar daddies, simultaneous suitors, spaghetti on a first date, etc.) I’d like to offer…
My Worst Date to Date
I’m wearing my lucky red knickers because this date is the most important date of my life thus far. This date happens to be with the…
Date #6
Date #6 isn’t a date. He’s not terribly keen on my “anthropological experiment” (I’ve warned all would-be suitors on Match.com) and I can’t say that I…
