The Pittsburgh Saga, Part 2
On Sunday morning, Date #7 tells me to put on a pair of sneakers. “Sneakers?” I ask. “Seriously? I hate sneakers.” It’s true: I don’t wear…
On Sunday morning, Date #7 tells me to put on a pair of sneakers. “Sneakers?” I ask. “Seriously? I hate sneakers.” It’s true: I don’t wear…
He does not kiss me hello, nor does he offer to carry my bag. By the time we reach his flat and he sits down in…
Date #7 is in the shower, which means I have a few moments to myself for the first time since… well, since I arrived in Pittsburgh…
The morning of my 26th birthday found me sitting in my favorite coffee shop, drinking an iced chai and attempting to write but seeing as Date…
The results are in! But before I announce the winners of Mitchum’s Sticky Situation Sweepstakes, I’d like to thank everyone who took the time to share…
I kind of forgot to mention that the weekend came and went with nary a word from Date #7. Under ordinary circumstances, I wouldn’t mind—okay, I…
What do drag queens, jock straps and gay porn have to do with living adventurously? Very much, it turns out. I’ve been blown away by the…
“I’m feeling a little something,” says the nurse. A little something? What kind of little something? I’m lying on my back, with my heels hooked into…
A week from today, I’ll be off to Pittsburgh and on my way to spend the weekend with Date #7. This means that between now and…
When I moved back home upon completing my masters degree, I began to worry that I was turning into my mother. We look alike, we dress…
As I waited for the witty and charming emails to roll in, I began to wonder what was wrong with me. I showed my profile to…
So there I was, sitting in the park with the members of my book club (and rather miffed about the fact that we’d gone from discussing…