For some reason, probably because I was a Black Widow who craftily murdered her husbands or a saucy plundering pirate wench in a past life, the Universe is punishing me now in the dating department. I have inexplicably gone on dates with multiple guys (relax, not at the same time—those aren’t “dates”) who hate dogs. … Continue reading Sorry, dog, you’re not getting any
I went on a date Friday night. I tell you this so you will understand that I have fulfilled my date quota for the year and you won’t have the expectation of further dating stories this year. Any future dating posts are probably either made up, fantasies (especially if they involve Ryan Reynolds lookalikes), or are … Continue reading Does this make me Rue McClanahan?