Date #16
Let it be known: the man I met in Marshalls is not bald beneath his Phillies baseball cap— quite the opposite. I know this because a…
Let it be known: the man I met in Marshalls is not bald beneath his Phillies baseball cap— quite the opposite. I know this because a…
I’ve inadvertently scheduled myself a triple header for this weekend. I’m going camping and my companions shall comprise entirely of men—now this is my kind of…
My “New month, new men” strategy is going to require some new math because this is my third and final month and Match.com and now that…
Thursday night’s rendezvous with Date #9 was rather disastrous; although I managed to avoid bleeding to death by way of my toenail injury, I got caught…
My morning: wake up (without alarm!) at 5:30. Feel so proud of self for getting up so early (body obviously getting used to early morning productivity…
Well here’s a disappointing discovery: you can’t crunch your way to a six pack in 24 hours (nor 24 years for that matter, and yes, I…
Just in case you were wondering—okay, you probably weren’t wondering, not about this specific fact at least, but I’m going to tell you anyway—reading novels set…
Date #9, quite clearly, has no idea who he’s dealing with. Doesn’t he realize that if he cancels our Monday evening date night that I’ll just…
Today, something brilliant happened. I ran into a friend at the library. Now before you get all excited, I should confess that this friend happens to…
Number of blocks I walk to meet Date #9 at Sabrina’s for lunch in the Italian Market: 12 Number of parties ahead of us by the…
Starting tomorrow, I will have approximately one hundred children under my care for the duration of the school year. Although “After I Quit My Day Job”…