The Rest of the Story with Date #7
It’s been exactly one week since Date #7 walked me to my car, wrapped his arms around me and told me—for the umpteenth time—that I was…
A Case of the Dropsies (Part 1)
It’s 7:00pm, Saturday night. I’ve survived the rehearsal dinner, the ceremony, the cocktail hour and the requisite introductions to Date #7’s relatives, including the uncle who…
The (art of avoiding the) Heart of the Matter
So there I am, inadvertently abandoned by my “wedding BFF,” left to fend for myself amongst Date #7’s cousins and wondering, as every woman must wonder…
A Potential Faux Pas of Epic Proportions
Did I mention that tomorrow’s wedding is black tie? Well, it is. At least Date #7 thinks it is. I’m planning to bring a change of…
Single is NOT a Good Look for the Fall
You know what? I would like a boyfriend. It’s cold. People aren’t meant to be alone when it’s cold. People are meant to share hot chocolates…
