Introducing P.I.C.

We’re on the train, the new boyfriend and I, heading downtown from his apartment in the suburbs. I’m writing a blog post on my phone and…

Quite Possibly My Last First Date

As the bus crawls towards Rittenhouse, it dawns on me: this might possibly be my last first date. Not because of anything in particular in his…

So here’s where we’re at: The House: As many of you know, I was supposed to close on my little 1,200 square feet of paradise last…

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…

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…

Okay, getting back to last Sunday’s date. I do not throw up. Nor do I retreat. I keep putting one foot in front of the other,…

On Monday night, I went on a date. It was my first first date (read it again; that wasn’t a typo) in nearly three years but…

I didn’t mean to. Honestly. I was just trying to adjust my email notification settings so that the Plenty of Fish account I set up four…