STOP Writing Love Letters
There is a fine line between romance and desperation. I know this not only because I’ve crossed it on more than one occasion but because I…
Remind Me: Why am I Going Speed Dating AGAIN?
I got a bit distracted during yesterday’s post. As such, I forgot to explain why I’m going speed dating in the first place. Lest you think…
The Truth About Man Caves (and my 50th Date)
Yesterday I received a rather confounding email from philly2night, the City of Brotherly Love’s official guide to all things nightlife. (I’m not quite cool enough to…
An Entire YEAR of Insanity
Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me-eee, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! Okay, so it’s not actually my birthday (my birthday isn’t…
You’re Asking Me?
Within the past 48 hours, I’ve had three friends come to me for relationship advice. “I’m not exactly batting a thousand over here,” I keep telling…
Skating and Dating
Here’s a tip: if you’re rather touchy about your ice skating skills (or lack thereof in my case), do not agree to hit the rink with…
Twenty Nine Dates
Last night’s dinner with Date #17 brings the grand total up to 29 dates. And seeing as the Man from Marshalls has already invited me to…
Trouble in Camelot
I’ve reached the five-date mark with the Man from Marshalls and despite the fairy-tale encounter that gave birth to our relationship, there’s trouble in Camelot. I…
Me and My Snuggie
And so the post-date wait begins. As it turns out, I could have had a real triple header date if I had stayed in Philadelphia this…
Politics of a Different Sort: Islamophobia?
“Is America Islamophobic?” asks the covers of this week’s Time Magazine. Why yes, as a matter of fact we are and with Time fanning the flames…
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