mimi’s dating statistics after 856 days of dating: a quirky survey

number of first-dates since June 25, 2006
41
number of second-dates since June 25, 2006
11
(henceforth in these statistics, “number of men” or “number of dates” or “number of first-dates” refers only to the period after June 25, 2006)
number of second-dates turned down
6
% of first-dates who asked for second-dates
41%
recurrent names
Alan /Allen – 3 (7.3%)
David – 2
Harry [...]

my love life and my doormen

I’ve often mentioned my doormen in this blog (see the middle of this post and the penultimate paragraph in this one), and I’ve occasionally wondered what, if anything, my doormen think of my love life.
My apartment is on the street level, and my door opens directly — without turns or angles or extra doors [...]

horseface, aka the man who wasn’t trying to please

I considered calling him NTTP, i.e. Not Trying To Please.
But his long head, huge pointy ears, long fat nose, wide open mouth and huge teeth made his blog name inevitable.
But he sure wasn’t trying to please.

photo credit: blogs.discovery.com
You’d think a man who looked like that — and he really did; very little [...]

dance-card filling up (with update)

photo credit: elegantarts.org, 1894 dance-card
* * *
My dance-card is filling up.
It’s possible that none of these guys will turn out in the long run to be at all exciting, in which case they’re still ’slim-pickins’, as I titled the last post, but I certainly can’t complain [...]

the october line-up (slim pickins)

The line-up, seventy-one days after The Talk with Plan C.
38
We had a date Friday night. He was that ‘magic’ 38th man (my ex-psychiatrist said, ‘You may have to meet 38 men before you find the right one’).
It’s going to be more like 50, I think.
* * [...]

vignettes from a week in london: lovers, philanderers, Julia Child

on the plane
Virgin Atlantic gets an F for romance.
I was seated next to a tall handsome — 25-year-old man. He couldn’t have been more than that.
But the plane was half empty, so I moved and got two seats to myself.
So much for meeting my beloved on the flight to London.
Girl- talk with a [...]

plan c as others see him; and other miscellaneous bits before i leave for london

Thursday morning last week I was telling a writer friend about the End of Plan C, when suddenly I remembered something. I pointed at her and — struggling a moment for simple words — said, You met him!! You sat next to him!
My friend had been to the restaurant dinner after a [...]