Sex & The Single Vicar

Tales of Ecclesiastical Dating

A month or so ago, I wrote this: Not Ready to Be a Cat Lady. Then this happened. Two orange aliens from outer space invaded my place. Not quite a week ago, Cheshire and Charlie came home from the Fairfax County Humane Society. $200 Since, I have made, at least, six trips to PetSmart for: …

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In a weak moment, I posted on FB a week or two ago: “I am not a cat person. I am thinking of getting a cat. Please, advise.”  Well, truth be told I am not really much an animal person of any kind. Bailey, my youngest son’s half-Collie/half-Golden, lived out the latter of his fifteen …

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“Do I have to go?” I plaintively ask. “Yes,” Colleen, my life coach, says. “You have to give him a chance.” “Him” is “Don” — the last man on my six man plan with DCSingles. My matchmaker, Kelly gives me a heads up. “He didn’t go to college.” “That’s okay,” I say. “I like a …

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DCSingles. Six man plan. Expensive. Man #5. Mark with a “k”, not to be confused with Marc with a “c” – who was Man #4. Confusing, I know. As texts for coffee flew back and forth, I nearly blew off the fifth before I had even met him. “Ooooooooo! January Mark with a ‘k’. Sorry, …

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Hatch. Match. Dispatch. Twenty-two years, I have been in the baptizing, marrying, and burying business. Ordained an Episcopal priest in 1994, I have long lost count of how many people I have sprinkled, laid to rest, or joined in Holy Matrimony. It is a rare privilege to be with people at such junctures – both …

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Once upon a time, I had a crush on Raymond Podany. Two seventh graders at Holy Family School, we danced our first dance in the school auditorium. I remember the first kiss, in the bleachers sitting in his lap. Collegiate and cool, he was also awkward and shy. Brainy and bold, I was anything but. …

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Catching my therapist up on my not so successful DCSingles dates, Sondra pauses and thoughtfully poses the obvious question: “So, Joani, what do you want?” “What do I want?” Well, not Bernie Sanders. I already wrote about him. And not the guy who is afraid of his own shadow — who I met for coffee …

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