Drinking and dating around the world

Here's the rundown of what I drank and where I went on dates:  Argentina: Fernet and Coke (and a story to go with too much Fernet…) Bolivia: pepto bismol (because you don’t go on dates, you stay home with food poisoning) Peru: Pisco Sour England: Mint Julep Belgium: Stella Artois Czech Republic: Kozel Beer Serbia:... Continue Reading →



I wasn't clever enough to come up with Praugust (Prague in August, lol) but one of my RY friends did (Kelly maybe?) and it stuck for the month we spent czeching out the city (lol to another dad joke I obviously didn't come up with). Our month in London was a bit of what felt like... Continue Reading →

Until he didn’t chekk me out again

He must have died. That's literally the only excuse. Either that or he's gay. I thought I was going to be Canadian. I'd spend Month #13 in Vancouver and fall in love with a wedding photographer and live happily ever after. How wrong I was. I hate being wrong. I hate losing. I hate being... Continue Reading →

Somebody Finally Chekked Me Out

Let's get a few things straight: Bumble > Tinder Social > Tinder > Hinge > Ok Cupid > Happn > Spoonr (google this one) As mentioned in my last blog post, last week I was looking good and feeling even better. I was refreshed after carbo-loading in Paris, I spoke in public about my blog,... Continue Reading →

From Casual Dater to Dating Blogger

All hope is not lost. And I'm feeling pretty damn good about myself this week.  Wanna know why? Before I went to Paris last weekend, I was going through a weird two weeks. I won't bore you with the details, but I wasn't myself and it was killing me. I was in a funk that... Continue Reading →

A Family Affair

Paris isn't called the City of Love for no reason. I'm on the flight home to Prague from Paris now, typing this up while brushing bread crumbs off my keyboard (shamelessly eating a baguette on the plane because... Paris). And what a rosé-filled wonderful weekend it was. Once upon a time, I called this beautiful city my home, living... Continue Reading →

Czech-Mate, No Date

I blew a date off yesterday. It wasn't my best move, and certainly not very nice of me, and I'm sure karma will get me back somehow.  I just... wasn't feelin' it. My last week in London, I was SO annoyed that I got blown off at the last minute. I was supposed to go on... Continue Reading →

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