Drunk Date, Part 2

The continuation of a past cringe-worthy date. Here’s where we left off: I agreed to a second date, mainly out of guilt and hoping I could make up for the fact that I was a complete drunk. I had a chance to prove I wasn’t a total train-wreck. At the very least, I owed it... Continue Reading →

Drunk Date, Part 1

I’m not proud of this one. I no longer drink alcohol (a story I’ll get into another time) but here is a date that still makes me cringe: My friend was hosting a party on the rooftop of the Canary Hotel, and I arrived just as the sun began into set. It was one of... Continue Reading →

Dirty Date

My friend and I took a moment to survey the scene. The dance floor was packed with women dressed in ruffled skirts and lace and men in festive ranchero attire. It was Celebración de Los Dignatarios at the Santa Barbara Zoo and the crowd was beginning to get a little tipsy – you could tell... Continue Reading →

Flashback: Dad Date

Another dating story that never saw the light. Introducing rendezvous number two of my single life in Santa Barbara. As I fumbled for my key to unlock the shop I worked in at the time, an envelope wedged between the door and door frame caught my eye. To Elizabeth. I plucked it free, opened the... Continue Reading →

Therapy Date

  A huge bouquet of flowers arrived at the little Montecito boutique I worked in at the time. When I say huge, I mean huge. It took up half the counter space and the three-foot-tall wooden frame (yes, frame) encompassing the vase was later used as a garden accessory. The card read, “I came in... Continue Reading →

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