Slightly Less Trouble, Part 3
“I don’t believe in signs,” I found myself saying to TWD several house later as I sat in my car in the parking lot at Bryn…
“I don’t believe in signs,” I found myself saying to TWD several house later as I sat in my car in the parking lot at Bryn…
So TWD and I picked ourselves a song a while back. I’ve written about it before. It’s a bachata version of Stand by Me by Latin…
The astute amongst you might have realized that I’ve returned from the Bahamas only to leave Philadelphia again without so much as a word here at…
I know that relationships are supposed to be love and sharing and all but sometimes I don’t want to share. Especially when it comes to chocolate. …
I like teaching anthropology, I really do. But after a while it starts to mess with your head. Take yesterday for example. I was sitting on…
I’ve never had a boyfriend spend Christmas Eve before (perhaps because I’ve always ended my relationships just before the holidays) but now that I have, I’m…
I should note that by “scary,” I also mean exhilarating in a step-up-to-the-plate, “I can do this” sort of way. For those of you just tuning…
Somewhere between The Wedding Date’s house and his parents’, I began to panic. Not because I was about to sit down to dinner with folks who…
A while back, we had a slight incident at The Wedding Date’s house. His children were over, a door that should have been locked wasn’t and……
The Wedding Date has a lot of friends. A lot of female friends, and between the ex-girlfriends, the co-workers, the former classmates and the students, I…
I’m hoping, as I pull into the parking space in front of The Wedding Date’s house on Wednesday night, that he’s going to sweep me up…
I’m too tired to write about what happened on Wednesday night when I decided to drive over to The Wedding Date’s house and talk things over,…