There are three things that would cause me to involuntarily follow a man down five city blocks: his scent, his shoes, or his beard. If he had all three, I'd likely follow him all the way home. Rawr. The guy I went out with last weekend had a great beard and that was just a … Continue reading Bewitched by a beard

I recently went out with a guy I gave my number to because he did the chicken dance. Turns out not all chicken dancers are second date material, but even so, I learned a tremendous amount about myself during our four-hour date that I've continued to mull over even after deciding not to keep seeing … Continue reading A chicken dance story