My Discarded Men
So, whatever happened to the Norwegian? I don’t know to be honest. I’m already bored with the idea of “Reader’s Digest Mondays” (and it’s not even…
My Three O’Clock (The Double Header Continues)
I’m nearly to the front gate of the Philadelphia Zoo when I get a text from my three o’clock: he’s running late. This is not good. …
Oops, I Did it Again
Serial dating was a lot easier when I, you know, didn’t have a real job. That’s not to say that I was unemployed last summer—I was…
I Tried, Okay?
I’ll have you do know that I did try to expand my horizons last night. In response to the comments I received on Thursday’s post, I…
How to Outsmart eHarmony
My God. I’d forgotten how much work goes into online dating. And I haven’t even reached the dating phase yet! I’m still stuck in the interminable…
And so it Begins… Again
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…
A Column(ist) is Born!
Did I mention that I’ll be getting paid to date this time around? My dad’s always said “Figure out what it is that you love and…
Did I Learn ANYTHING from My Experiment? Yes, Actually…
Earlier this week, I finished “The Science of Single” by Rachel Machacek. This means I’m nearly back on track with my a-book-a-week initiative but more importantly,…
And Just Like That…
Evidently I was further along in “Madame Bovary” than I’d realized because on Saturday morning, I poured myself a cup of tea, dragged my favorite blanket…
My Continued Adventures on eHARMony
You’ll have noticed that I’ve not said much about eHarmony lately. This is because eHarmony sucks. If it wasn’t for the fact that I still, on…
Aren’t We Supposed to Learn from History?
Somehow, inexplicably, I’m still alive. Obviously it’s because I’m meant to return to the activist ways of my youth and go storming the halls of Congress…
What Really Happened with Date #17?
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…
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