From Dating to D-A-T-I-N-G
Since Date #17 is still too busy studying (doesn’t he realize I have to go on dates in order to write about dates?) I’d like to…
Since Date #17 is still too busy studying (doesn’t he realize I have to go on dates in order to write about dates?) I’d like to…
I’m sitting at my desk, snacking on raw almonds and thinking “Hmm, these nuts are rather nice without chocolate, actually” when my phone rings. It’s a…
Houston, we have another problem. It’s goes a little something like this (and before you congratulate me on becoming Date #17’s official girlfriend, I should confess…
Welcome to the new and improved “After I Quit My Day Job.” You’ll notice that I’ve replaced the Philadelphia skyline with a background of delightful lavender…
Houston, we have a problem. Date #17 doesn’t like to snack. I repeat: he doesn’t like to snack. He’ll eat his edamame and drink his fancy…
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, I know: just because The Experiment is over doesn’t mean I can spend the weekend holed up in my room attempting to complete the…
He bought me flowers. Flowers! The timing of their presentation, however, was rather problematic in that I’d just asked, “So, how was your day?” only to…
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…
And so to continue with my thirtieth date: although I’d be much fonder of brunch if it was socially acceptable to drink raspberry chocolate martinis at…
I have a confession to make: Monday morning’s post took me a rather long time to write—three days, in fact— because the men in my life…
It’s Monday, October 25th. This means that I am exactly one week away from the end of my Match.com experiment. As I’ve no plans to renew…