(re-run) She’d tried them all — Match, eharmony, Our Time, Chemistry, Zoosk, Okay Cupid, and Coffee Meets Bagel. She’d had her share of weirdos and had learned to use a fake name, fake town, and a fake place of work. She had been stalked in the past. Now she knew how to do it and… Continue reading Marathon Man
Mr. No Class
They met online through a singles website (not the swiping one). Tom lived and worked in Napa. Carin lived less than an hour away in the San Francisco East Bay on a horse ranch with her seven horses. She ran a small upscale hair salon. After much texting and talking, they got together for dinner… Continue reading Mr. No Class
What Not to Do on the First Date
It takes seven artisans to make a glass of wine — from the grape growers to the vintners to the coopers, etc. Or so the pitch goes at the small winery in Fairfield. And to draw a crowd, they bring in live music on weekend afternoons. Brent met a woman online and invited her there… Continue reading What Not to Do on the First Date
When CPR Class Pays Off
(re-run) In my previous married life long ago, I was a Girl Scout leader for my youngest child and the girls her age at her elementary school. I was supposed to get CPR training, so I went to the classes and got certified. Maybe someday I’ll need it while doing a scout activity. As it… Continue reading When CPR Class Pays Off
Zits Happen
When I was in my teens and going through the pimple phase, my mom said, “Don’t worry. You won’t have pimples once you leave your teen years behind.” Wrong, Mom. I’m one of those people who have had zits in every decade (not the first ten, then it was warts), off and on, here and… Continue reading Zits Happen
Snowshoeing with the Girls
(re-run) The last time I was in Tahoe in the winter, Valentina, Margo and I went snowshoeing. The guys went skiing, but we girls weren’t up for that. Maybe it was the house party the night before, or maybe it was a fear of snowboarders taking us out as we meandered down the slopes. Full… Continue reading Snowshoeing with the Girls
Christmas Eve Lock-out
(re-run) As we were getting ready to walk the three dogs on Christmas Eve, I announced to my two adult kids that I wasn’t going to bring my bulky key ring of keys. My son said he would bring his key. As we left through the laundry room door, I turned the knob on the… Continue reading Christmas Eve Lock-out
He Ain’t Heavy, He’s my Match Date
(re-run) Ingrid had been on an online dating website for a little over a month. She had tried meeting a few guys but only if they were willing to email back and forth and actually pick up a phone and call. Fred had flirted and called, and now it was time for them to meet.… Continue reading He Ain’t Heavy, He’s my Match Date
Having his Cake
(re-run) We sat at the bar at Il Vecchio’s next to the guy with the shaved head. My girlfriend Fran chatted him up while we waited for a table. We decided to have dinner at the bar. Adam was cute enough but not too tall. He seemed interested in petite Fran, so at the end… Continue reading Having his Cake
Roller Coaster Week
After three chorus performances which were fun but way too close together (three in thirty hours), I woke up Monday to some great news. My Penguin editor emailed me to say that a book I wrote twenty years ago was being picked up by an educational publisher to use in the classroom, and my cut… Continue reading Roller Coaster Week
FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER! 