The Art of Filtering
Good morning folks, and happy Saturday. Now, let’s get down to business, shall we? Last week, I received the following message from the Yentas over at…
Good morning folks, and happy Saturday. Now, let’s get down to business, shall we? Last week, I received the following message from the Yentas over at…
Well here’s an unexpected development. I’ve already mentioned that my return to Match.com has uncovered some repeat offenders and this is to be expected (surely I’m…
The next time I get the urge to go salsa dancing can someone please remind me that I don’t actually like salsa dancing? It’s true. I…
Plenary sessions, I have come to believe, are designed to scare off would-be academics. You put a bunch of professors in a room together, they bemoan…
About a week and a half ago, I woke up at 5:00am and found myself consumed—oddly enough—by both terror and hope. Why? Well, naturally, I blame…
They say a picture is worth a thousand words and since I can’t even think about composing a thousand words after last night’s date (let alone…
You’re going to have to accept my apologies for today’s post. It was going to be all about my triumphant return to Match.com (which, in truth,…
It’s 2:00pm. I’m a coffee shop in Mt. Airy between teaching gigs and despite outward appearances, I am working. I know it doesn’t look like it—I’m…
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…
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…
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…