That Damn Bermuda Triangle
Well folks, it’s over. No more strolling down the beach hand in hand. No more champagne. No more salsa. No more waltzing-even-though-nobody-else-is-waltzing. No more falling asleep…
A Scandal at Sea
Sunday marked a year since I met The Wedding Date. Today marks a month until we set sail on our first cruise as a couple. To…
Sex and the… Parental Abode
Here’s a little known secret about Yours Truly: I live with my parents. I pay rent, and I have my own bathroom, but still: I live…
Cross Polination in the World of Online Dating
I’m back at the library and— Ohmigod!— the girl who has just sat down on the computer in the front of me is cruising Match.com! She…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 