The (Sort of) Return of the Zoo Date
Last week I got an email from the Zoo Date, who entered my life in March of 2011 and exited it shortly thereafter. I remember very…
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…
Extra Innings (Or: The Conclusion of the Weekend’s Double Header)
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 Three O’Clock (The Double Header Continues)
I’m nearly to the front gate of the Philadelphia Zoo when I get a text from my three o’clock: he’s running late. This is not good. …
Oops, I Did it Again
Serial dating was a lot easier when I, you know, didn’t have a real job. That’s not to say that I was unemployed last summer—I was…
