What Really Happened with Date #17?

I did it. I resisted the urge to text PSM#2, spent Thursday night alone and headed off to my Quaker retreat with nary a word to…

Please Step Away from the Cell Phone

Its 2:00 in the afternoon on one of those rare days where I’m not gearing up to teach my evening classes. I’m bored and even though…

You’re Asking Me?

Within the past 48 hours, I’ve had three friends come to me for relationship advice. “I’m not exactly batting a thousand over here,” I keep telling…

PSM#2, Part 2

After my first date with PSM#2, I found myself looking forward to our second meeting with entirely too much enthusiasm. My brief dalliance with Date #4…

Fireworks at Midnight

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…