The Odyssey Begins
At 9pm, my relief arrived. (This post is written by my dad and continues yesterday’s story of why he missed my birth.) I had an hour-long…
Much Ado About Nothing… and Date #7
I kind of forgot to mention that the weekend came and went with nary a word from Date #7. Under ordinary circumstances, I wouldn’t mind—okay, I…
The Countdown Begins
A week from today, I’ll be off to Pittsburgh and on my way to spend the weekend with Date #7. This means that between now and…
Dating (is) for the Dogs
I’ve been reading, writing and reviewing my brains out for the past 48 hours (thankfully being a dance critic is way more fun than being a…
Independence of a Different Sort
Despite having spent yesterday listing the reasons why America should not have declared its independence from Great Britain, I think it’s time for this particular American…
Why I’m NOT Buying Sexy Underwear
So I’m trying to be more honest with myself and this entails being more honest with all of you. Oddly enough, I find it easier to…
It’s all Relative, Except when its NOT!
I’m chatting with my friend Ove from Norway about Date #7 (the man from across the state who I’ve never actually met) when he asks the…
When did I become THAT girl?
Let’s get one thing straight: sometimes I make mistakes. Oftentimes, actually, and this weekend was one of those times. If you missed Saturday’s post about why…
A Piece of Turkish (Afternoon) Delight
Over the weekend I received an envelope containing a check. “Great!” I thought, “At least I’m getting paid for my final column.” But the check wasn’t…
Round Two: You’ll Never Guess!
Tonight I’m meeting My One O’Clock for a second date. That’s right: between the Norwegian, the Salsa Date and My Three O’Clock it was (to my…
Please Step Away from the Cinnamon Bun
The Charlotte Douglas International Airport is a force to be reckoned with. Starbucks outnumber restrooms and Cinnabun franchises—don’t even get me started on the moral dilemma…
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…
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