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…
So Yeah… About Friday Night
Given my inability to find my way out of a paper bag, I’m glad that there’s a landmark just before I have to make the turn…
Too Hot to Handle
Tonight’s date is going to be hot. Super hot. I’m wearing—actually, I probably shouldn’t tell you because there’s a good chance you’re reading this at work…
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…
Man Enough to Say “I Like You”
I’m not trying to kill myself, it’s just that I’ve taught thirteen dance classes over the past 48 hours so when I finally pull my car…
Hot and Cold and Oh-So-Predictable
For today’s post, I am indebted, once again, to Kate of Kate Ferguson Writes. She’s an English teacher and even though we’ve never met, her comments…
Two Men, One Martini Bar
It’s not as bad as it sounds, although I suppose any woman who accidentally invites two men to Thanksgiving dinner ought to provide some sort of…
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…
A Sneak Peak Inside The Wedding Date’s House
We hike, we picnic and we down the entire thermos of hot chocolate I’ve prepared for our little excursion. Eventually, The Wedding Date suggests we go…
Friday with The Wedding Date
I’d forgotten what a pain in the butt it can be to prepare for a picnic when you live in the city and don’t own a…
Hiking, The Wedding Date and My Mother, the Fortune Teller
The good news is I’m still alive. The bad news is I still can’t drive stick. It’s a long story (involving a rather fortuitous snafu with…
The Rest of the Story with Date #7
It’s been exactly one week since Date #7 walked me to my car, wrapped his arms around me and told me—for the umpteenth time—that I was…
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