Must Love Dancing
You’ll have to forgive me. I really do intend to stop writing about TWD eventually but the more I write, the more things make sense and…
Throwback Thursday: Date #1
In late September, 2011, I met my now ex, TWD, at Cuba Libre in Old City. It was our first date. It was not, however, my…
Beaujolais or Bachata?
It’s four o’clock in the afternoon. The Wedding Date and I are seated on the couch in his living room and despite the fact that our…
Some Bad News from the Wedding Date
“I’ve got good news and bad news” the Wedding Date tells me. Seeing as we’re supposed to be meeting for dinner in less than 24 hours,…
A Brief Recap of My Saturday Night Salsa Date
Upon hearing the ring of the front door bell: He’s picking me up! He’s picking me up! Upon discovering said date was wearing sneakers: Sneakers? Seriously? …
Bored with Brasil’s
The next time I get the urge to go salsa dancing can someone please remind me that I don’t actually like salsa dancing? It’s true. I…
New Month? New Men!
You know you’ve gone a bit too public with your love life when a family friend pulls a hamburger off the grill on Labor Day and…
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…
Rules (and How to Break Them)
There are some rules—some terms of engagement, if you will—that simply cannot be broken. These rules pertain to dating of both the online and offline varieties,…
Date #1
So I’m standing at the bus stop, seven minutes ahead of schedule when the #57 pulls up. But there’s something strange about this particular #57. In…
The Art of Dating
I had forgotten how much work goes into dating. And it’s all related to hair: combing, trimming, scrunching, tweezing, plucking and so on and so forth. …
Fieldwork in Stilettos 