Black and White and Wet all over

Okay, I would like to state, for the record, that I have gone an entire week without posting anything wedding-related. I also told PIC that we…

His Love of BJs

My fiancé is obsessed with BJs. And no, I’m not talking about the sexual act. I’m talking about the store. The damn bulk warehouse store. I,…

It’s Wednesday night and PIC and I are eating dinner in front of the TV. He leans back and glances up at the ceiling fan (which…

I wrote but never published the following post as my last relationship was falling apart last winter. A few weeks ago, we got into a fight…

If you write a blog about dating, should you tell the man you’re dating? I get this question a lot actually (especially after last Monday’s post),…

I’ve spent the better part of my life wondering if love is real or not. On good days, I think it’s a feeling, an emotion, an…

So where were we? Right. The street corner, Starbucks in hand, him asking to see me again and me saying yes. The only problem is that…

Right. So yesterday’s post? Feel, Felt, Found? I’m sure you felt like I was just putting you off, dragging things out for the sake of a…

This time around was easy: I mailed the book I’d borrowed from The European back to his house, pushed the magnets he’d given me to the…

The problem with dating a man who is gluten free (and who has promised to come over one Friday to help you hand out Halloween candy…

The European has gone back to Europe. Not for good, but for a few weeks, and when you’ve got plaster ceilings falling down around you and…

The good thing about being, well, happy, is that you don’t mind what other people do or do not do. Exhibit A: The European is very…