On no particular Friday night, my friend Sarah and I met up at a bar near our work to have a drink, grab a nosh and catch up. We had been trying to connect for weeks, but between my schedule and hers, we were having trouble finding a time that...

"Is it always so young?" asked the 40ish looking man, referring to the demographic of that night's meet and mingle. He was wearing a blue button down shirt under a dark grey sweater and jeans. I had noticed him waiting outside the door before the event...

Since I was done with dating and no longer spending countless hours trolling the internet for a date, I had countless hours to troll the internet for other things, like another job. I decided I needed a part-time job, in addition to my full-time job...

Even though Tourist Guy was out of the picture, I couldn't stop thinking about something he said. I thought that was why you were on match. Isn't that what you'd expect from someone who has a profile on an online dating site, that they are looking for...

So subtleties were obviously not working with Tourist Guy. Aside from just coming out and being all "I'M JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU!" (which while we're now on this subject, let me just rant a bit about how at the time may have been novel given the book...