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Date #16
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 few minutes into our date at Black-n-Brew, he took off his cap and...
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T-24 Hours
Image via Wikipedia Hold onto your hats folks: in just 24 hours I will be back on the horse, or the wagon or whatever word normal people use to describe yet another round of adventures in serial...
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PSM1 Times 2!
Image via Wikipedia Something wonderful has happened. I awoke Sunday morning with a splitting headache—and not just a my-sinus-infection-has-turned-into-a-proper-cold-headache (thanks to having spent...
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You’re Asking Me?
Within the past 48 hours, I’ve had three friends come to me for relationship advice. “I’m not exactly batting a thousand over here,” I keep telling them. I’m hoping to meet with up PSM#3 sooner or...
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Darling? Seriously?
"My dearest Sweet Pea..." There comes a time in every relationship when it becomes advisable—even necessary—to commence the use of terms of endearment. I’ve answered to everything from “darling” to...
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Is it a “Cultural Thing?”
Assimilation is a hot topic these days. Whether it’s Tony Blair talking about the integration of Muslim immigrants in Britain (or the lack thereof, as he argues) or the xenophobic cheese steak...
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My Three O’Clock (The Double Header Continues)
I’m nearly to the front gate of the Philadelphia Zoo when I get a text from my three o’clock: he’s running late. This is not good. Double headers only work if all of the players stick to the schedule...
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Date #7, Part 1
I’m so jittery on my way to meet Date #7 that I get off the bus two stops early and have to walk the last four blocks to the art museum in my new four inch espadrilles. (I know I said I wasn’t going...
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Signs of a Good First Date
Here’s how a first date is supposed to work: Man shows up on time—even a bit early—and politely asks the hostess if it would be possible to get a table now, as opposed to half an hour from now....
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The Hillbilly Serenade
This post was supposed to be about last night’s dinner with Date #6 but you know me: why limit yourself to dating one man over a 24 hour period when you could instead date four? Unfortunately,...
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Throwback Thursday: Date #1
In late September, 2011, I met my now ex, TWD, at Cuba Libre in Old City. It was our first date. It was not, however, my first time meeting a man at Cuba Libre. That honor goes to Date #1, who I met...
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Throwback Thursday: Date #4
Remember Date #4? I certainly do. And not because I’m still pining away for him (I’ve come a long way since I was 24) but rather because I’m still not quite sure what happened between us. More...
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My First First Date
On Monday night, I went on a date. It was my first first date (read it again; that wasn’t a typo) in nearly three years but since it had just been Easter Sunday, it seemed like a good idea. (Not that I...
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I Blame The Sangaritas
So, as most of you know, I accidentally reactivated my Plenty of Fish account and went on a date last Monday. In the spirit of teachable moments, here is what I learned: If you’re going on your first...
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My Second First Date
I don’t know what is wrong with me. I’ve just finished teaching my weekly Beginner/Intermediate tap class at Koresh but I’m having trouble breathing. I feel, in fact, like I might throw up, which would...
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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, ignoring the throngs of people crowding the perimeter of the park and...
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Dating and Christopher Columbus
It’s Thursday morning and I’m chatting online with a friend from college. “So you went out on another date?” he asks, referring to my newly updated Facebook status. “Yeah.” “What about that guy you...
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Dating Standards: The 30 Minute Countdown
Ladies (and gentleman, I suppose), a girl’s got to have standards. Which is why, when the European texted me to say that the “the 76” was backed up just a few minutes before we were supposed to meet at...
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The Story Begins
Okay, okay, I shall stop teasing you all. Here at last is the story of the flowers behind my front door, but we must start, as all good stories start, at the beginning. It was today. Exactly one year...
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Quite Possibly My Last First Date
As the bus crawls towards Rittenhouse, it dawns on me: this might possibly be my last first date. Not because of anything in particular in his profile or the messages we’ve been exchanging (although I...
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