Sayonara, cyber-dating?

As I’ve mentioned here before, I’ve been in the trenches of cyber-dating for a decade now. I’ve had some great experiences, some not-so-great, some just downright nuts, but overall I’m glad I’ve done it. But I’m thinking I might be done. A few weekends ago, I was writing to a man in Minneapolis who seemed really nice, but came with lots of baggage (two pre-teen daughters and a crazy Russian ex-wife. Seriously. He’s a former…

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London Calling, Post 5 – In Which I Climb Lots of Stairs and Get All Serious…

What an awesome day, you guys. The awesome came at definitely unexpected times and places, but was pretty awesome nonetheless. I *did* achieve my goal of climbing all the way to the top of the dome at St. Paul’s Cathedral – I tackled the climb first thing when I got there around 11. This was no small feat, y’all – 530 stair steps in total, climbing 255 feet above the cathedral floor. And I only…

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London Calling, Post 1

Hey, friends! Greetings from the Business Class Lounge at O’Hare Airport, where I’m kickin’ it as I wait for my flight to start boarding. Thank you, Dad’s travel expenses on my British Airways credit card, for giving me the points to take the flight with an upgrade! When I first arrived, the middle-aged British couple next to me toasted each other with their glasses of wine, saying “Cheers!” and I nearly giggled out loud at…

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The belly of the whale, part 3

Catch up on the prior installments of this adventure here and here… “Does this feel like the belly of the whale?” the voice said in my  head. I knew what the voice meant. In the book of the Bible that bears his name, the prophet Jonah is told by God to go tell the people at Nineveh that God knows what bad things they’re doing, and ain’t cool with it. Jonah knows this news will…

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The belly of the whale, part 2

Find part 1 here… The door handle on the bathroom turned uselessly in my hand. I jiggled it, I pushed it, I pounded on the heavy wooden door. Nothing happened. I was trapped in the bathroom of my office for 13 hours. It was 6 p.m. on a Wednesday night. The cleaning crew had been in the office the night before. All my coworkers had gone home. My boss didn’t come in until 7 a.m.…

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