When Celebrity Deaths are More Important than our own Darth Vader, America Needs the Force
Okay Facebook, let’s calm down for a moment and take stock: yes, Carrie Fisher died this week. As did George Michael, bringing the tally of this…
Uh Oh… I want to “Share”
It’s getting annoying. TWD and I haven’t been in touch since The Handoff back in January. No drunken texts. No late night booty calls. No Facebook…
I’m Kind of Embarrassed to Admit This
So like I said on Wednesday, it gets worse. Except this part is more embarrassing than anything else, and I’m the one who’s embarrassed. Little-Miss-Junior-Frappucino’s mother…
Too Cool for Apple Pie?
Sometimes I have a hard time remembering that The Wedding Date’s kids aren’t six-year old girls. You know: the kind I teach on a regular basis? …
Breakfast in Bed: The Final Frontier
Ladies and gentleman, we’ve had a break through. It all started Sunday morning when I found myself snuggled in bed with The Wedding Date for the…
The Gamer’s Girlfriend
In just a few hours, The Wedding Date and I will be on our way to Maryland. It’s our first weekend away since we went to…
Okay Obi Wan, Now I Need Help
It’s happening. Actually, it started happening several weeks ago but I didn’t realize just how bad it had gotten until The Wedding Date and I went…
Mi Novio Nuevo
I’m proud to report that after two failed attempts I finally made it through Star Wars—Episodes V and VI!— which means there’s actually a chance I’ll…
It’s Time to be Ruthless
I once had a professor in college who told me, “You’re extremely gifted. You’re going to have lots of opportunities come your way. But you must…
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…
I Blame the Colombian Hot Chocolate
Let’s work our way backwards, shall we? Because frankly, there are few things sexier than a man in his pjs standing in front of the stove…
Four Little Text Messages All in a Row
Date #7 wants me to come for Christmas dinner. Actually Date #7’s mother wants me to come for Christmas dinner but if her son’s cell phone…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 