Hard to Say What it is I See in You…
I know that marriage is about compromise (or finding creative solutions, or win/win scenarios or whatever the current non-compromise buzz words happen to be) and that…
The Great Concert Freak Out or, the time Third Eye Blind made me cry (and not in a good way)
Before I started dating PIC, I could count the number of concerts I’d been to on one hand: Jimmy Buffet and (I probably shouldn’t admit this…
Fabulous Taps for Saturday Morning: Post Modern Jukebox and Sarah Reich
After last Saturday’s Canadian dance move shenanigans, I figured I’d post something a bit more substantial this weekend. If you haven’t heard of Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern…
And Now He Wants Me to SING with Him?
I’ve discovered something truly terrible about The Wedding Date. Something I don’t know that I can accept. Something I’m not sure we’ll be able to overcome. …
Beaujolais or Bachata?
It’s four o’clock in the afternoon. The Wedding Date and I are seated on the couch in his living room and despite the fact that our…
The Hillbilly Serenade
This post was supposed to be about last night’s dinner with Date #6 but you know me: why limit yourself to dating one man over a…
How to Wallow… Productively
So in addition to Monday being The Day Date #7 Drove Back to His Side of the State, it was also the My First Day of…
Ladies Night at… the Symphony
A few days ago, a slight miracle occurred. In response to all of my complaining about Valentine’s Day, one of my co-workers informed me that The…
Songs for Suicide: The Tummy Tango
I have come to the conclusion that as long as I work at The School, I’m going to be sick. It doesn’t matter how many vitamins…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 