Date #7, Part 1
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…
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…
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…
It’s Friday. This means three things. First, by the time you read this I’ll be knee-deep in hula hoops at The School’s Annual Field Day. (I’m…
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…
Here’s something I don’t get: why don’t men wear engagement rings? I know that a diamond is meant to symbolize the man’s financial wherewithal (the rational…
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…
Let’s get one thing straight: sometimes I make mistakes. Oftentimes, actually, and this weekend was one of those times. If you missed Saturday’s post about why…
And then… he planted one on me. But before I bring you all up to speed on my 51st date, I’d like to spare a few…
Yesterday I received a rather confounding email from philly2night, the City of Brotherly Love’s official guide to all things nightlife. (I’m not quite cool enough to…
For dramatic effect, I would say that I can’t remember the last time I woke up in bed with a man who could be bothered to…
The (m)anthropology continues with another “type” gleaned from my so-called fieldwork: Man 4.0. So far, we’ve had the Impressionists (men who like to impress their women),…