Date 2, Part 2
Okay, getting back to last Sunday’s date. I do not throw up. Nor do I retreat. I keep putting one foot in front of the other,…
Throwback Thursday: The Latina Barbie
I know, I know. I’m supposed to be posting about the culmination of Sunday’s date in Rittenhouse Square. But I haven’t finished writing it yet. So…
The End, the Beginning and a Question from The Wedding Date
On Friday night, I feel asleep watching Star Wars. Again. This is a problem because The Wedding Date (my current beau for those of you just…
My Marie Claire Debut: What Every Man Wants to Hear
It was the moment every single man dreams of, which is why I thrust my chai latte at The Wedding Date and ran towards the “woman’s…
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…
Brunch, in Theory
Brunch seemed like a lovely idea at the time: a leisurely stroll into town, a cup of coffee while waiting for a table at Beau Monde…
Then Again, Maybe Not
It’s been over 36 hours since I sent my cheeky little text to PSM#2. Not that I’m counting, but if I was I’d have come to…
From Disaster to Divine Transcendence
Thursday night’s rendezvous with Date #9 was rather disastrous; although I managed to avoid bleeding to death by way of my toenail injury, I got caught…
Is This a Booty Call?
While I’m busy educating the masses on things to avoid while dating (Sugar daddies, simultaneous suitors, spaghetti on a first date, etc.) I’d like to offer…
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