What Really Happened with Date #17?
I did it. I resisted the urge to text PSM#2, spent Thursday night alone and headed off to my Quaker retreat with nary a word to…
I did it. I resisted the urge to text PSM#2, spent Thursday night alone and headed off to my Quaker retreat with nary a word to…
There comes a time in every relationship when it becomes advisable—even necessary—to commence the use of terms of endearment. I’ve answered to everything from “darling” to…
Within the past 48 hours, I’ve had three friends come to me for relationship advice. “I’m not exactly batting a thousand over here,” I keep telling…
After my first date with PSM#2, I found myself looking forward to our second meeting with entirely too much enthusiasm. My brief dalliance with Date #4…