Jealousy (and you thought DIAMONDS were a girl’s best friend!)
Well, take a guess who’s got his knickers in a twit now that I’m “no longer not seeing other people?” That would be Date #7, aka…
Well, take a guess who’s got his knickers in a twit now that I’m “no longer not seeing other people?” That would be Date #7, aka…
Where were we? Right: Monday night, last week. It’s three days before my show and having just completed a marathon rehearsal with my co-producer, I’m in…
Well, guess who’s up at 4:00am this morning? And while we’re on the subject: Guess who’s not coming to my show? Then, guess who is coming…
Does this look familiar? No? Well, these were the rules that I attempted to follow over the course of my Great Date Experiment, as explained in…
When I signed up for Plenty of Fish back in March, it took me about 0.00023 seconds to realize that I ought to set up a…
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So it’s Sunday evening, I’m sitting in the stands at my first hockey game (which also happens to a hockey game in which Date #7 is…
Okay. I know I promised to get back to writing my own blog but when I made that promise, I’d forgotten that I’d signed up for…
He does not kiss me hello, nor does he offer to carry my bag. By the time we reach his flat and he sits down in…
A block from Meze, where we’re meeting, I see him. Forget that he took it upon himself to disprove my height-calculating formula by rounding up not…
Today I’m going to a wedding. Not my own, obviously, but that of my former babysitter/art teacher/next door neighbor. I have mixed feelings about this wedding,…
So, what’s with Date #7? I’m kind of wondering the same thing. It’s been almost three weeks since we first met and until very recently, we…