Category: Crazy Dates
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Date on Date
I love the Golden State Warriors. So does Patrick. That was our sole connection, right there. Not enough to make a relationship work, but during the NBA playoffs, it was enough to keep us seeing each other regularly, visiting sports bars, eating edamame (at a dive bar? only in California) and high-fiving/smooching each time Steph…
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Chemistry
I hate to chase. If I send a man a message on a dating site and he doesn’t respond, I let it go. I won’t send a second. Or a third. Or, even with the help of a little tequila, a fourth, hoping this will be the one to finally inspire him to fire…
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Handsy
You know when someone’s hitting on you, but you’re not sure if he’s hitting on you, but you think he’s hitting on you . . . and it turns out he is? Or maybe you don’t. Sometimes I’m a little slow on the uptake. My massage therapist is a 27-year-old hottie named Peter. Which is exactly…
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Max, Part 2
Three and a half years ago, I became single for the first time. I had always been a relationship girl, so the whole “table for one” concept was a bit foreign. But I knew it was time to get to know me apart from a man, and I chose to stay adamantly single, at least for a while. That’s when…
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Vegas, Baby
They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but hell, what do I have to hide? My life is an open book here, so let’s dish about my latest date-slash-adventure that had me fully appreciating my life as a single woman. I met him on Facebook. I’d shared this post about The Narcissist, he read…
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Flying High
I’m a somewhat frequent flier and I seriously never sit next to the hot guy. Like, ever. Until I did. On a recent Southwest flight from Phoenix to California, I found myself in a window seat when a definitely hot guy (dark hair, deep brown eyes, handsome face, fit body and the most adorable personality) slipped into the…