Ginger Snaps Part One: Mix in the Brown Sugar and Spices

I had never dated a carrot top until my excursion with the Ginger Viking awhile back but somehow in the first half of 2017 I morphed into the proverbial flame for the red-headed OKC moth. There must have been a bit of an accelerate on the ignition because I flickered bright enough to spend the … More Ginger Snaps Part One: Mix in the Brown Sugar and Spices

Dial-Up Date

Let’s take a trip down Mating Dance Memory Lane, shall we?  I invite you to fall down the rabbit hole with me to that time I was the Bad Date, capital B, capital D, to my first ever Internet Date.  It culminated in an incident involving a Tony Little Gazelle but we’ll get there in … More Dial-Up Date

No More Vikings

His sweat smelled like Cheetos and he wore a kilt.  Yes, my date on this balmy, humid, moisture dripping late July Sunday afternoon fancies himself a Scottish Viking plunked down in the middle of central Pennsylvania.   Lest anyone think I deem every date over 6’ as Viking in stature because of my previously recounted … More No More Vikings

Drinks and Other Things with Narcoleptic Nate

“Aren’t I just so much fun,” he asks again as his lips curl in self-derision.  There’s been a lot of that kind of sneering this evening and this is the third time he’s made the same self-deprecating comment.   Inner monologue time.  No Dude.  You really aren’t.  But I’m wearing underwire for these double D’s … More Drinks and Other Things with Narcoleptic Nate

Don’t Be a Casper

Dear Gentlemen of the Internet Dating Universe,   You are not Casper.  You are not a ghost, friendly or otherwise.  You cannot walk through walls and disappear.  Please stop. The latest of your ilk exchanged a frenzied 568 text messages over a three day period with actual plans made to meet in a week’s time.  … More Don’t Be a Casper