During an hour-long phone conversation recently with my parents, I spent most of the time bitching about all the domestic-diva things I’ve been doing now that my boyfriend and I are getting more “comfortable.” They were getting the feeling that perhaps I was doing that usual female routine of changing…
Why we just had to get away during one of the busiest travel times of the year is anyone’s guess, but somehow taking a road trip over Christmas seemed logical when we booked the hotel room in Orlando a few months ago. Granted, it was a fun getaway for a…
I’ve raised the issue of whether U.S. District Judge William Zloch should recuse himself from the Scott Rothstein forfeiture case based on Rothstein’s friendship with Zloch’s brother and, at the very least, acquaintanceship with the judge himself. I’ve been told that Zloch doesn’t take kindly to such suggestions, and over…
I’ve never really been opposed to public displays of affection (PDA), but I gotta say, there’s definitely a time and a place for it. And, on this particular Friday night, after my boyfriend and I got into our first major blowout — yes, it was all my fault (more on…
OK, I’ll confess: I’m one of those gals who not only tries to get all her holiday shopping done early but also all at once. The thought of visiting department stores more than one time during the insanity of the holiday season is enough to give me hives. But I…
Never did I think my favorite guy on the planet would want to spend a Saturday afternoon at IKEA, but there we were, hauling down I-595, giddily chatting away in the car about dishes, curtains, and tea lights. (No, he had no idea what that last item was.) To be…
My steady (and hopefully permanent man) and I headed to Albuquerque to meet the ‘rents for Turkey Day. On the flight out, I had to instruct him on the epicurean eccentricities of the American Southwest. He was practically drooling by the end of the conversation, imagining all the new porkless…
Here I was, sitting with my beau at the new Todd English resto, Wild Olives (which, technically hadn’t officially opened to the public), when I realized that I had dined in that very booth on a blind date with another guy just a few months back. And in a flash,…
“Your parents want to do what?” I shrieked.”They want to meet you,” my darling boyfriend said, “so they’ve planned a pre-Thanksgiving holiday dinner at Morton’s. C’mon. It’ll be fun!”Soon images started flipping through my mind like a View-Master. Click. Shot No. 1: Sis giving me the once-over. Click. Shot No…
I knew it was bound to happen at any moment and, finally, it did: our relationship had gone from four-star steakhouses to budget beach brunches.But that’s not necessarily as bad as it sounds. My job requires me to dine at some fancy-schmancy place at least once a week and, oftentimes,…
For many of us unmarried gals, it can be particularly difficult eating alone in public. Now it just so happens that the boyfriend had to work late last Thursday after I returned from a road trip and the fridge was so bare that I could actually see the items I…
Now that I’ve committed my heart to a non-foodie, it’s really up to me to throw out the suggestions for where we eat. If it were up to him, we’d be eating pancakes for breakfast every day, grilled chicken for lunch, and a burrito every night for dinner. But recently,…
Knock knock.Who’s there? Juwanna.Juwanna who?Juwanna see what I ate last night?Don’t be alarmed; I’m not going to show you shots of me upchucking food. It’s just my paltry attempt at humor in honor of a recent date to Laffing Matterz in Fort Lauderdale. Since I had never experienced the dinner theater…
This week’s column is going to piss some people off and cause all kinds of debate, but frankly, I don’t care. This whole dating thing has gotten way out of hand, and I’m going to lead a revolution. Yep, lil ol’ me, the Love Bites gal, is going to detail…
OK, so he spent the night. Sue me. I’m a grown woman with needs, for goodness’ sakes. Said “needs” also entitle me to three or more meals a day — I’m hypoglycemic, so there’s a legitimate reason for my steady appetite — and by morning I was simply ravenous. For those…
Hang on to your sporks, folks; I think I’ve met “the one” — the mac to my cheese, the bangers to my mash, the nilla to my wafer. After decades of dating countless guys, some of whom possessed nothing more enticing than a penis and an appetite, I was just about…
I should’ve known what I was in for when my blind date, Sir Pompous, told me he barely had time to fit me into his busy schedule. “I can only do, maybe, Tuesday for a quick coffee or, like, late dinner on Sunday or something,” he said on the phone…
Banana Boat in Boynton Beach has been around since 1978. But I remember it from the late ’80s and early ’90s when my buddies and I would tool up in daddy’s Boston Whaler and spend the day in bathing suits and flip-flops sucking down virgin piña coladas and chicken fingers…
I often go on blind dates with a great deal of reluctance, but since my matchmaker put the words “handsome,” “tall,” and “doctor” in the descriptive sales pitch, I was more than eager to go out with Bachelor No. 3. (Or is it Bachelor Number 8,635? I’ve lost count by…
Since I am the “Love Bites” gal and all, I thought it was most apropos when my date proposed that we dine at Transylvania Restaurant in Hollywood. Truly, I looked positively delicious that night in a gray cotton sundress, so it was no surprise my clean-cut date greeted me with…
Traditional dinner dates started to get as boring to me as reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond, so I suggested that my Saturday-night matchup and I try something different. Hmmm, maybe a cooking class would be fun, I thought. Seemed a win-win to me; If he’s a dud, at least I’ll…
After a series of dates with random guys that started with “I dunno. Where do you wanna go for dinner?” it was refreshing for once to hear a man say, “Just look pretty. I’ll take care of the plans.” I did my part, putting on the LBD (that’s Little Black Dress…
