Somehow I’m 17 Again…
In the immortal words of Avril Lavigne, “So much for my happy ending.” At 25, I feel rather pathetic to be quoting the Canadian queen of…
In the immortal words of Avril Lavigne, “So much for my happy ending.” At 25, I feel rather pathetic to be quoting the Canadian queen of…
I’m so jittery on my way to meet Date #7 that I get off the bus two stops early and have to walk the last four…
T-6 hours until the arrival of Date #7. He texted me last night to tell me how much he was looking forward to finally meeting me…
He’s coming. He was in the hospital over the weekend (hence the lack of communication). He’s booked a hotel halfway between my place his brother’s (so…
He said he’d call. Rather, I asked him to call and he said he would. Over the weekend. Well folks, the weekend is over and I…
Judging by the contents of my table at the coffee shop, I’ve been stood up. This is because there are two iced drinks at my table:…
Here’s one I bet you’ve never heard before: I’m attempting to “(s)exile” my parents. (For those of you just joining us, I moved back in with…
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…
There is a fine line between romance and desperation. I know this not only because I’ve crossed it on more than one occasion but because I…
I got a bit distracted during yesterday’s post. As such, I forgot to explain why I’m going speed dating in the first place. Lest you think…
Ladies and gentleman, I have an announcement to make. Three actually. The first is that I spent Memorial Day at my parents’ place in The-Middle-of-Nowhere (Hoopers…
By the time you read this, I’ll be sitting in a hot tub overlooking the Chesapeake with a drink in hand—preferably something cool and alcoholic (even…