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This weekend at the Calabasas Pumpkin Festival, my lovely, normally sane, friend asked me if it would be okay if she gave my phone number to her friend (who I had jokingly been calling my boyfriend for six months since he had been unavailable and unthreatening… unlike now). I can only assume that the pumpkin
Last night I ran across this article on Yahoo! from Marie Claire. I’ll admit that I did not know there were 12 categories of single women. I thought there could be hundreds (or thousands) or one category: “Single.” But no! There are 12. Naturally, I couldn’t resist clicking on the article and finding out my
I’m on set today pretending to walk down a Chicago street in late autumn (good thing it’s only 80 today). I feel like I’ve done extensive prep for this by living in the Midwest for 20 plus years. You’ll be thrilled to know I still have an extensive winter wardrobe for just this occasion (or
Because I’ve been fortunate to gain many new readers in the last few months, I thought I would repost and update this FAQ as sort of an introduction. Who am I? Read below to find out all you’ve ever wanted to know (or at least what I’m willing to tell you today) about me. *****
My friend is back in the dating game for the first time in a while, and she’s doing it here in Los Angeles. Needless to say, from the moment she began this process, I’ve been fascinated. Because I literally do not know people who date here, I thought this would be a terrific experiment in
Two of my friends are now actively dating. Both situations came about through online approaches, and it has been an interesting process for me to watch. Last night, one of those women met a man who also wants to find me a date. Interesting. Let’s put aside the fact that no one who has ever
Because I like to mentally torment myself whenever possible, I was inspired to create a list of things that did not exist the last time I had a legitimate first date. By first date, I mean an actual “Gee, you’re kinda pretty, would you like to go out with me and form a meaningful lifetime
I arrived a little early for a charity event on Saturday, so I took the opportunity to scope out the crowd. As luck would have it, a good looking gentleman of indeterminate age was sitting in front of me. He had two friends with him, who also looked delightful. I had two friends with me.
I get it. You’re driving down Sunset at sunset, and you are thinking, “I’m feeling mighty manly and invigorated by this beautiful evening—I wonder what I should do with all of this energy?” I’m sure, at a time when I wasn’t already dead inside, I also felt that way (well, probably not the manly part).