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The material on this site may not be reproduced, distributed, transmitted, cached, or otherwise used, except with the prior written permission of Baltimore Magazine. Demographers with the U. Love blooms in Baltimore, perhaps despite the odds. Indeed, our intimate, socially interwoven, overgrown village has its own rules of attraction. Your friends meet my friends and, suddenly, some of us are more than friends. Happens all the time. The One might be somewhere out there on the Internet, or he or she might simply be pumping the keg at a backyard barbecue.
Time marched on. Washington resident who writes a sex column for the local online fashion and arts magazine Gutter. Eventually you run into the same people over and over again. Meyer ended up meeting a woman who lived across the alley from him through an online dating site. When it ended after two dates, so began the awkward moments taking out the trash or walking the dog. If meeting a new flame is hard here, so too is staying clear of loves that have long since burned out.
But you never know where and when an erstwhile significant other will awkwardly appear. Just ask year-old writer and Federal Hill resident Brian Wendell Morton, who found himself holed-up with an ex while doing the already dreaded jury duty down at the courthouse.
The year-old communications specialist from Bel Air donned the always-appropriate little black dress for a first date with a man she met online. Filmmaker and year-old Mt. The divorced, year-old school administrator from Mt. The inspiration came from her coworkers, who were always amused by her morning-after tales. One who did was a two-timer from D. Among her more memorable dates was a week spent in Amsterdam with a man who paid for everything and never laid a finger on her.
And among the worst? A divorced father of 11βa fallen evangelical preacherβwho was new to both dating and drinking so that even a small amount of wine sent him into a slurred diatribe about lost faith. And that sucks. Better ask these six questions first. What high school did you go to? How many mutual Facebook friends do we have? What neighborhood do you live in?