A New Challenge for the Big Five-Oh
Last week I received a Facebook message from a public radio producer in Canada. It’s contents? Well, to be honest, it took me a good ten…
Last week I received a Facebook message from a public radio producer in Canada. It’s contents? Well, to be honest, it took me a good ten…
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…
Finally! The full scoop on he-who-can’t-be-bothered-to-buy-me-a-drink, aka My One O’Clock. Here’s a hint: To re-cap, I first met My One O’Clock for coffee during my…
To his credit, he wore dress shoes this time. And dress pants, and a dress shirt with a neon green mark across the wrist, presumably left…
Okay, all the evidence would suggest that Monday night’s “date” was not a “date.” Exhibit A: He put our names on the waiting list at Tria…
Tonight I’m meeting My One O’Clock for a second date. That’s right: between the Norwegian, the Salsa Date and My Three O’Clock it was (to my…
Good morning folks, and happy Saturday. Now, let’s get down to business, shall we? Last week, I received the following message from the Yentas over at…
So I’m standing in the middle of the Primate House at the Philadelphia Zoo with my Three O’Clock and he’s just asked me, “So, what…
My one o’clock has been pissing me off for the past week and a half—and we’ve not even met. This is because he’s new to Philadelphia…
Yesterday I drove to Baltimore to spend the day at Goucher College, my alma mater. The official reason for my visit was a luncheon at the…
About a week and a half ago, I woke up at 5:00am and found myself consumed—oddly enough—by both terror and hope. Why? Well, naturally, I blame…
So I woke up this morning and thought, “You know what would be fun? A scavenger hunt would be fun! I bet my readers would love…