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…
Dating and Christopher Columbus
It’s Thursday morning and I’m chatting online with a friend from college. “So you went out on another date?” he asks, referring to my newly updated…
Skating and Dating
Here’s a tip: if you’re rather touchy about your ice skating skills (or lack thereof in my case), do not agree to hit the rink with…
Date #9, the Sequel
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…
Date #3, the Sequel
So you know those quaint little swan boats that grace the likes of Penn’s Landing (and seemingly romantic locales worldwide)? In theory, they’re great. You stroll…
Friday the 13th
It’s Friday the 13th and I’m meeting Date #3 for a second date in just a few hours. This does not bode well. At two days…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 