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All the single ladies… (put on your big girl panties)

A few years ago whenever that song was played every woman jumped on the dance floor. It was not only a celebration of being a woman--second only to Gloria Gaynor's I Will Survive--it was more importantly a celebration of being a single woman.We are the women of today, we're strong, independent and we are just fine… Continue reading All the single ladies… (put on your big girl panties)

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Cougars and their prey

Last Saturday night I was in a club in NYC with some friends. I hit the dance floor with one of them and seconds later I felt another hand grab mine. I turned and realized the hand belonged to a good looking guy. We started to dance, he asked my name and shortly thereafter my… Continue reading Cougars and their prey

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Dating: Is this really all there is?

This was originally posted on an old blog back in October 2008. Most still holds true... It was Crosstown Classic weekend and I was at a bar with some friends. It was crowded, everyone was in a good mood. Cubs and Sox fans were giving each other a hard time, but all in fun. I… Continue reading Dating: Is this really all there is?

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The lost art of…dating

It's been a while since I was on a real date and it's for a very good reason. No one asks anymore. I used to think that was a reflection on me but after speaking with many friends and acquaintances, I've realized it's almost an obsolete practice. I wonder if it has to do with the sexual… Continue reading The lost art of…dating

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Love, it’s a challenge: The [almost] perfect date

It begins with a look. A look that leads to conversation, no big deal. It's just conversation, you've had great conversation before and you've been disappointed, but deep inside you want to believe that maybe this time it will be different. You share tidbits of your life, hoping you're saying enough, worried you're saying too… Continue reading Love, it’s a challenge: The [almost] perfect date

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Popeye y Oliva

Popeye y Oliva, that's what he called us, though it's still not clear why.  He wondered outloud, "Que diria la gente cuando los vean caminando juntos?  Dirian que pareja mas curiosa."  ("What do people say when they see you walking together?  They must say what a curious pair.") Me?  I'm not tall and lanky. You?… Continue reading Popeye y Oliva