The Rest of the Story with Date #7
It’s been exactly one week since Date #7 walked me to my car, wrapped his arms around me and told me—for the umpteenth time—that I was…
Why I’m NOT Buying Sexy Underwear
So I’m trying to be more honest with myself and this entails being more honest with all of you. Oddly enough, I find it easier to…
It’s all Relative, Except when its NOT!
I’m chatting with my friend Ove from Norway about Date #7 (the man from across the state who I’ve never actually met) when he asks the…
Close Encounters of the AWKWARD Kind
It was bound to happen sooner or later. In a city the size of Philadelphia, there are only so many single men, so many bartenders and…
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…
My Worst Valentine’s Day Ever, Part 1
Pour yourself a cup of coffee and, if it’s after noon in your country, add a shot of your favorite adult beverage because it’s time for…
Of Snowflakes and Stalking
To celebrate Wednesday’s snow day (and reward myself for having shoveled the entire sidewalk and driveway), I decided to be truly decadent. First, I rummaged through…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 