What Happened Last Week
I’m sorry for last week—for getting you all excited about my return to “regular” posting only to leaving you hanging with a single, solitary, charming-but-rather-daft post…
Introducing P.I.C.
We’re on the train, the new boyfriend and I, heading downtown from his apartment in the suburbs. I’m writing a blog post on my phone and…
Above Average
The average American male, upon finding himself in the kitchen of a woman he’s just met on the morning after their second date, would probably skedaddle…
The 12 Hour Marathon Date
You know those people who go on first dates that last like for 12 hours? With men they meet on the internet? Those people confound me.…
The De-Stringing
So where were we? Right. The street corner, Starbucks in hand, him asking to see me again and me saying yes. The only problem is that…
Quite Possibly My Last First Date
As the bus crawls towards Rittenhouse, it dawns on me: this might possibly be my last first date. Not because of anything in particular in his…
Of Course, Of Course
The European has gone back to Europe. Not for good, but for a few weeks, and when you’ve got plaster ceilings falling down around you and…
And Then I Fell into a Rowboat
The plan was to meet for Happy Hour at Bistro Romano, head down to the Harbor Park and spend an hour or so canoodling in a…
Throw Back Thursday: Date #12
Here’s a little tidbit from 2010, back when I was young and crazy and able to date multiple men at the same time. Enjoy! I’m sitting…
Where’s the Recall Button?
Today I sent my first-ever email to The European. This is significant for two reasons: He has a proper, respectable career I have a hard time…
The Trouble with Older Men
Okay, now that we’ve gotten the real estate out of the way, let’s talk about men. As most of you know, I’ve always gone for older…
Dating Standards: The 30 Minute Countdown
Ladies (and gentleman, I suppose), a girl’s got to have standards. Which is why, when the European texted me to say that the “the 76” was…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 