No Wonder He’s So Smooth!

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…

Dress Shoes, Dress Shirts and a Sunday Scavenger Hunt

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…

At Last! Monday Night’s Non-Date

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…

Round Two: You’ll Never Guess!

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…

The Art of Filtering

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…