For our cheap date night in the summer months, we get ice cream from Marble Slab Creamery and a walk around the pond at Bradley Fair. We follow that up with window shopping at all of the shops and relaxing on a comfy couch with a cup of coffee at Barnes and Noble. Even with a book or magazine purchase off the clearance rack, we enjoy a full date night for under 25.00. – Tim Kaul
Walk the dog, go to the flea market on Saturday morning, then hit up …

After taking brief hiatus from the dating game to attend a Tweetup (in San Francisco, of all places), I found myself back at square one. I had no dates lined up and an inbox full of neglected messages from would-be suitors awaiting my clever, charming and oh-so awkward responses. It was time to change my approach. Time to get serious. Or serious-er.
Dating is a lot like plate spinning, I imagine. When you’re indiscriminately pursuing all leads, regardless of your actual interest in them, it becomes a bit overwhelming. It takes …

Picture it: you are sitting at a tiny table surrounded by lots of other tiny tables with tiny candles and tiny vases with fake carnations in them. Couples holding hands, drinking white zinfandel and whispering sweet nothings to each other from across the table abound. You my friend, have entered the dreaded Valentine’s Day celebration zone.
Going out for Valentine’s Day can be so overrated. There is so much pressure to have a super-fantastic romantic time that you end up eating an overpriced, subpar meal and having an argument about why …

Candy hearts and boxes of chocolate have lined the shelves of Target for months, previews for Dear John play every commercial break and your friends in relationships have started talking about their plans. Whether you love the holiday or loathe it, Valentine’s Day is here, people.
This year, I find myself single. Again. Regardless of my relationship status, I happen to love the holiday. I’ve had my fair share of romantic Valentine’s Days spent coupled up, but I’ve also spent plenty single – so many, in fact, that I consider myself …

A is for Awkward.
Just in case this point isn’t abundantly clear, first dates are awkward. And when you throw me, Queen of the Awkward, into these types of situations? Well, let’s just say no good can come of it. It’s not that I suffer from uncontrollable flatulence or excessive sweating when meeting new people; I just kind of stare at my shoes and wish for the Apocalypse.
Anyway, after a week of exploring Match.com and chatting with a few fine fellows, I decided to take it to the next step – …