“Om, Hello. Can A First-Date Yoga Class Fan the Flames of Romance?”
Coupling column, The Boston Globe Magazine (10/12/08)
A few weeks ago I was trolling profiles on a dating website
when I came across a decent-looking guy who wanted suggestions for a
good yoga class. That was a nice change, given the number of yahoos on
there just looking for a girl who can touch her toes. I dropped a line
and said I knew of just the place.
“Lights, Camera, Flirt. Could I Find Love on a Reality Dating Show?”
Coupling Column, The Boston Globe Magazine (8/10/08)
When you're single, you have the option of keeping your dating life
as private - or as public - as you wish. You can float your anonymous
bait online. You can network among friends. Or, if you're really
daring, and maybe a little stupid, you'll make it the subject of a
reality TV dating show."
“Mmmmmmm. Some restaurants just lend themselves to hot dates. Others, not so much.”
Coupling column, The Boston Globe Magazine. (4/27/08)
I was cradling my litchi lavender martini in the lounge at Om in
Harvard Square, waiting for my date to arrive. I liked this place:
leather banquettes, tiny candles, New Age martinis the size of cereal
bowls. With a wall of trickling water and Eastern artifacts, Om is a
cross between a Buddhist temple and an upscale spa. I took mindful sips
of my chilled elixir, half expecting a woman in a white coat to whisk
me off for a bikini wax.
Until recently, if you scanned my bookshelves, you would've found exactly what you might expect of an English major: Shakespeare, Sophocles, Elizabeth Bishop. Proud pointers to my education. Proof positive, I thought, of who I was and should be.
