The Importance of a Well-Stocked Fridge
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So it’s Sunday evening, I’m sitting in the stands at my first hockey game (which also happens to a hockey game in which Date #7 is…
Okay. I know I promised to get back to writing my own blog but when I made that promise, I’d forgotten that I’d signed up for…
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…
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…
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…
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 I’m reading yet another book on online dating, this time “Confessions of an Online Dating Addict: a True Account of Dating and Relating in the…
So I’m sitting in the coffee shop at 2nd and Christian, not because I like the coffee shop at 2nd and Christian (too full of babbling…
I was talking to journalist Nick Paumgarten about his recent piece on online dating in the New Yorker when it hit me— okay, I wasn’t actually…
Before I pick up where we left off yesterday with the contents of Date #7’s email, I need to explain something: I love Italy. I love…
Three: Number of times I got teary eyed during yesterday’s service. Three: Number of times I got teary eyed during yesterday’s reception. Eleven: Number of hours…