A Disaster in the Shower
I’m in bed, debating whether or not I should get up and make The Wedding Date a cup of coffee before he has to leave for…
I’m in bed, debating whether or not I should get up and make The Wedding Date a cup of coffee before he has to leave for…
So like I said: I’ve been keeping a secret. It’s not a bad secret—in fact, it’s the complete opposite of bad, but I’ve been afraid to…
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…
One of the lesser known facts about Yours Truly is that I own a loom. Not a very big one, mind you; it’s just big enough…
It’s officially fall here in the City of Brotherly Love. I know this because A) I’m back at my favorite coffee shop drinking my first non-iced…
So I’m reading yet another book on online dating, this time “Confessions of an Online Dating Addict: a True Account of Dating and Relating in the…
So, what’s with Date #7? I’m kind of wondering the same thing. It’s been almost three weeks since we first met and until very recently, we…
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…
It was bound to happen sooner or later—and this, my friends, is why I should probably stop embarking upon pseudo-scientific “experiments.” Experiments, you see, require procedures,…
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…
For dramatic effect, I would say that I can’t remember the last time I woke up in bed with a man who could be bothered to…
Somehow, inexplicably, I’m still alive. Obviously it’s because I’m meant to return to the activist ways of my youth and go storming the halls of Congress…