Biscuits in Bed and Other Shenanigans
Whoops. I got a bit ahead of myself yesterday. I wasn’t supposed to write about the wedding. I was supposed to write about what happened before…
The Aliens Are Coming For Me
As if I didn’t have enough on my mind with tomorrow’s trip to Boston with The Wedding Date, E.T. is sad at me. I know this…
A Surprise in My Inbox
Well folks, I have a new Facebook friend. And the conversation that prompted his request somehow pre-empted his reading of my post on the subject. Go…
Since when is “Friend” a verb?
Absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder. Absence makes the heart grow nitpicky. It’s been eleven days since I last saw The Wedding Date and even…
Crossing The Rubicon: Navigating the Facebook Relationship Status
Today’s post comes courtesy of my former flat mate and partner in crime, Meghan. Meghan and I lived together in London and we spent hours “researching”…
Break Up 101: How to Dump (or Get Dumped) with Dignity
Nothing from nothing but if you’re dating a woman who writes a blog about… well… dating, you probably shouldn’t send her twenty two text messages when…
Picture Perfect… Almost
As fate would have it, I did in fact wish The Wedding Date “Happy Birthday” instead of “Merry Christmas.” It’s not that I don’t know the…
Feliz Something-Or-Other
It’s funny what a difference a year can make. This time last year, I was smashing candy canes with a vengeance for my annual foray into…
Sunday Afternoon: Stranger Than Fiction
When I was living in London, I worked at a shop in Putney called Julian Graves. (For all my American readers, Julian Graves is like Harry…
Do You Swing?
Half an hour before The Wedding Date and I are due at my friend’s dinner party on Saturday night, my phone rings. It’s him, and he’s…
A Blissfully Groggy Monday Morning
Well folks, I’ve survived my first television appearance. It wasn’t nearly as glamorous as I’d hoped it would be (the security folks didn’t even want to…
After I Quit My Day Job Goes to 30 Rock
Last night, I had a horrible dream. I was trying to figure out what to wear and my room was a mess and there were clothes…
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