moving at the speed of a cobra that has the speed of two cobras

Sorry, Bunny.  I have been dying to use that clever line for just about ever now.
But why do I use it now?  Because, less than one week after dating this darling man, we are exclusive.  That’s right!  GF/BF.  We’re the Advanced Placement Students of online dating.  And I haven’t freaked out yet!  Of course, that may be due [...]

karma owed me. big time.

Its been about 5 years since my last important relationship, and possibly a little longer since I’ve been completely addled with the butterflies.  Since then, I’ve gone on multitudes of dates that ranged from great to disappointing to downright creepy.  I had begun to think that maybe I had gotten too old to feel butterflies again; that [...]

killing me softly with her pigtails

42 more days till I get to hang with, objectively, the world’s most impossibly gorgeous and funny 2 year old.  Did you check the hair of insanity? 

now i remember why dating can be fun

Gah.  What a weekend.  I’m exhausted! 
Even though I promised that I wouldn’t blog about this, its the only thing rattling about my head – and can probably only be exorcised by writing about it. 
 Met a guy.  Online.  Went on a first date to the Trixie Little and Evil Hate Monkey burlesque show at Palace of Wonders. [Note:  [...]

pin the beer on the babe

Back when I was a youngster (just outta grad school), unemployed and living at the beach with a friend, I used to get into a fair bit of mischief.  My friend, who we will refer to as The Ritalin Posterchild (not really – she just has the energy of a class of kindergartners), came up [...]

that’s a whole lotta naked

18,000 people got naked for a photo in Mexico.  Together.  All in the same place and at the same time.
 We can go ahead and list this as one of the things I will never do.  You can go ahead and thank me.

i miss the brits (but my liver doesn’t)

After returning from my trip, I came down with a severe sinus infection.  A bummer, but it also gave my liver and kidney’s a chance to heal.  The Splendid Brits threw a cocktail party the day before Easter and introduced me to a couple cocktails that haunt me still (albeit in a really good way). 

Evidently, one [...]