The Devil You Know?
Remember that line in Love Actually when Emma Thompson turns to Alan Rickman and says, “The trouble with being the Prime Minister’s sister is it does…
Remember that line in Love Actually when Emma Thompson turns to Alan Rickman and says, “The trouble with being the Prime Minister’s sister is it does…
Earlier this week, I finished “The Science of Single” by Rachel Machacek. This means I’m nearly back on track with my a-book-a-week initiative but more importantly,…
Since my last post, I’ve consumed one and a half martinis, three chocolate rum balls, two glasses of champagne, another two glasses of sangria and at…
It’s not that I want to be one of those yuppie couples who spend their Saturday mornings carting their matching yoga mats through the sophisticated suburbs…
There’s nothing like carpooling with a female co-worker to illustrate the obvious differences between men and women. Fifteen minutes into our commute, we’d covered ex-boyfriends, current…
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…
The morning after Date #17 takes me for dinner in Center City, I awake with a familiar feeling. Being that it’s been some time since I’ve…
After the art gallery, the bowling alley, the sports bar and a few days in between to recover from my marathon five-hour date with the Man…
It’s 8:00pm. I’ve spent the past three and a half hours with the Man from Marshalls and we’re now perched upon a pair of bar stools…
As it turns out, I don’t look quite as sexy in bowling shoes as I had hoped. In fact, with my black tights, gray skirt and…
My first thought, as I pull up to the corner where I’ve agreed to meet the Man from Marshalls, is “Oh God, he’s wearing his baseball…
For our second date, the Man from Marshalls and I are going to an art gallery. An actual art gallery! It’s an opening reception, to be…