My “So What?” Saturday
So what if my favorite café was out of my favorite bagel on Thursday (and I’d been salivating all day for it)? Friday’s barista made me…
So what if my favorite café was out of my favorite bagel on Thursday (and I’d been salivating all day for it)? Friday’s barista made me…
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…
Let it be known: the man I met in Marshalls is not bald beneath his Phillies baseball cap— quite the opposite. I know this because a…
So there I am, standing on the curb in the parking lot at Marshalls in my scuffed up clogs. The cute guy I’ve been staring at…
We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you this important message: today’s post, at the request of Date #15, was supposed to contain dating advice…