[continued from The Case of the Wild Goose at Strawberry Fields] When confronted with an uncomfortable situation involving a romantic prospect, I am not myself. I’m not even human. My confidence and pride threatened, my first instinct is to freeze, essentially play dead. I’m an opossum, falling over in the path of an attractive male. [...]
Posts Tagged ‘boys’
Playing Possum: Meeting My Missed Connection
Posted in I <3 NY, You have to kiss a lot of frogs: Dating, tagged boys, bravery, opossums, Strawberry Fields on May 30, 2012 | 2 Comments »
A Date with My Elementary School Nemesis: Running Uphill
Posted in I left my heart in San Francisco, Walk down memory lane, You have to kiss a lot of frogs: Dating, tagged boys, dates, feeling like a kid, tax season on March 29, 2012 | 13 Comments »
(Continued from A Date with My Elementary School Nemesis: “Background“ and “He’s in the Navy“) It’s that time of year again. The time of year when seemingly well-adjusted, proudly independent young adults want to cry for their mommies and daddies. “I don’t wanna do my taxes! I dowaaannnnaaaa!!” My unconventional profession means I have a huge stack [...]
A Date with My Elementary School Nemesis: Background
Posted in Walk down memory lane, You have to kiss a lot of frogs: Dating, tagged boys, dates, memories, teenagers on January 24, 2012 | 3 Comments »
Hair pulling, teasing, pinching, name-calling, tattling, insulting, fighting. Oh boy, did we have a history. Last week I went on a date with my elementary school nemesis. You could say it was a date 2 months in the making. You could say it was a date 20 years in the making. You could say it [...]
Finally, The Finale (For Real)
Posted in You have to kiss a lot of frogs: Dating, tagged bed-post notches, boys, break ups, excuses, Safa Boy, talks on May 17, 2011 | 4 Comments »
[This is Part Nine, the last of The Safa Boy Series. Click for the Introduction, Part One, Part Two. Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, and Part Eight] Why haven’t I been blogging? I don’t like the way this saga ends. That’s my excuse. I may not like it, but I’m telling you any way. Learning he had cheated on me, [...]



