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Bad Date Diaries #3: Beard

It's my first ever online date. Michael suggests an All Bar One in Covent Garden, near the Actor's Church. He's an actor, you see. I think this was what first attracted me to his online dating resume, along with his numerical maturity (thirty-one) and a hope that he knows his Beckett from his Bennett. He… Continue reading Bad Date Diaries #3: Beard

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Bad Date Diaries #1: Guestlist

I’m in a subterranean Japanese restaurant in Midtown, New York City. It’s September, and far too hot for ramen. “You should meet our friend, Mark.” My friends Josh and Emily exchange a look as I continue to struggle to hold my chopsticks correctly, dripping broth onto the paper table mat adorned with local minicab advertisements.… Continue reading Bad Date Diaries #1: Guestlist