Archive for the ‘Dating Diaries’ Category

The 10 Second-Syndrome

Tuesday, February 16th, 2016

It’s an odd yet common occurrence when as a Single Woman, I happen to make small talk with a man for the first time (important note: I said “small talk, not love”).  As soon as you utter the first sentence which might start as:

“Would you happen to know….”  or “Have you seen …”


“Would you like …” or “Are you free for ….”,

the countdown begins!  10 – 9 – 8 … and within literally SECONDS, “my girlfriend/wife/spouse/partner” suddenly appears in his reply.  Could someone please explain how men have this uncanny ability to interpret any small talk and translate it into a pick up line in less than 10 seconds?

Pretending Paris… in Toronto

Sunday, February 14th, 2016

ColettesVDay2016Paris_LoveIn the lovely light of @ColetteToronto , my friends and I celebrated #Valentines Day brunch this weekend.  Undeterred by wind chill weather of -30C, we worked our way through ricotta lemon pancakes and eggs benedict with salmon and avocado followed by pear ginger macarons and pretended we were in Paris!


For the Love of ?

Sunday, February 14th, 2016

This Valentine’s Day I received from my gal pals, the gift of longstanding friendships.  Love of good friends have stood the test of time – through joy, laughter, and tears.  We share this beautiful loaf of love this Valentine’s Day, February 14, 2016 and express our gratitude.Love_Bread

In the Mood for Love … and Gelato

Sunday, November 1st, 2015

I had thisEnough Isn't Enough? fleeting, funny feeling walking home yesterday.  I suspect this is similar to wistful yearning for gelato, delectable and elusive, especially when there are no gelato shops in sight.

Daydreaming in the late afternoon, the natural light was so soft and sensuous when it struck me and I was in the mood for love! At that very moment, I remembered how intimate it felt to be in the arms of my lover as the floodgate opened and a million memories spilled out and over.

Ah yes, the light…. is this what ageing allows us?  Bits of nostalgia to hold and savour till next time … or maybe it’s quicker (and easier) to find that gelato shop?

Love In The Fast Lane

Monday, October 19th, 2015

Love seems ever elusive these days when suddenly,  I received a text from my 17 year old niece! As a young adult, she’s coming for her first visit to check out the university to craft her future.

I’m told we have only 3 hours together!  Arghhhh….it’s that same sinking feeling, being caught in a fire and having to choose what to take in a split second.  What to pick? Where to go?  How to plan?  What to do? Squeezing a lifetime into 3 hours? IMPOSSIBLE!  My mind shatters into a million pieces.  My heart hurts. Panic sets in.  Pressure’s on. Words tumble out so fast, nothing makes sense. This is love.

Like rally car drivers in a race against time, we have a strategy, sort of…play it by ear.  First, meet for lunch at Fresh, except she’s not into vegan, ooops, saved by the yummy bowl of sweet potato fries (whew!) and a goji-berry concoction,Lunch_at_Fresh

hop into car, choose a route, Rosedale Valley Road, blooming with fall colours, hop out of the car to admire Evergreen Brickworks,


jump back in car, and then out again for tea and chocolate desserts at Rahier,


in the car and out again to visit my flat and its breathtaking views,

My balcony

and all the while, dreading the end, delivering her back to her father.

Now we’re standing at the threshold of her grandma’s house so we hug.  We hug again, a little tighter this time.  My heartstrings tug, actually, yank.  It hurts to let her go.  She’s strong, no, she’s stalwart, thank goodness.  She reassures me that Christmas is just around the corner.

To know love is to feel love. There’s nothing in life that compares, so exquisite, so rare, so elusive….and off she goes and here I’ll stay … in love once more.



A Like Life Introspective

Monday, October 19th, 2015

Whatever happened to good ol’ fashion “like”?  It’s an odd phenomena when Single Person strikes up a conversation with  Total Stranger.  The countdown silently begins 10, 9 ,8 ….when Total Stranger hurriedly, awkwardly, injects this phrase: “My wife (girlfriend, partner, etc etc) and I ….”

Just saying ……takes mere seconds…

Can  Single Person engage in a conversation with a Total Stranger before Total Stranger’s brain is saying “uh oh, my wife/girlfriend is going to be upset with me talking to another woman so I better let them know I’m taken”?  Who has had this experience? Deja vu?

What ever happened to “like”?  Why not a like life (vs a love life), as in Lorrie Moore’s collection of short and snappy stories, “Like Life”?  Friends?  What a concept.



At long last….Love Unlocked

Saturday, September 27th, 2014

locks for love

Unlike Paris’ locks for love on the Pont des Arts, No Loves Lost finally got “unlocked”!  We owe our thanks to Chris, our new IT Boy Wonder and a WordPress Master “Locksmith”.  Thank you, Chris!

Almost 8 months in limbo, our love blog was in search of a new home.  Ironically we got locked out on the big LUV day, 02/14/2014. The numerology was a sign to take a hiatus from the on-line dating scene.

Inspired by the young ladies of Lean In Canada this week, it’s time to test drive Tinder, meet up on Match, and change “Like Life” by brilliant American author, Lorrie Moore to “Love Life” by Yours Truly.  No Loves Lost blog is back!

Details Details!

Sunday, January 12th, 2014

Kicking off the New Year with a tribute to all Moms around the world! Chowing down on the last of my Mom’s dumplings, I think back to my flight this week.

Before I boarded with carry-on only, I re-arranged the space in my satchel to store my Mom’s “care package”. I suspect many of you can relate. Not only was there enough for my 3 hour flight from YYC/YYZ but also for an entire week! Not complaining…ribs in black bean sauce, salted roast chicken, steamed dumplings and buns, banana, orange…

But what always blows my mind is Mom’s meticulous and loving care in packing – several paper towels folded neatly, the orange peeled and segmented, toothpicks for eating the dumplings, well, you get the picture.

As I hoisted my “care package” onto the tray in front, I noticed a young mom across the aisle, shushing and rocking her small baby. She was so concerned about him disturbing the passengers. And, of course, she didn’t have anything to eat. So I reached over and said, “Here! These are from my Mom to you, Mom.” She smiled with relief. Love learned from my Mom; it’s in the details.

Cooking for Love with Love

Tuesday, December 31st, 2013

Gratitude is cooking for my parents tonight, New Year’s Eve.

Our menu was simple – Holiday Cranberry-Balsamic Pork Tenderloin with stir-fried mushrooms, avocado-apple-pecan salad, sweet potatoes, and of course, rice! We grew up saying, “you haven’t eaten if you haven’t had your rice.”

Mom could use the extra calories. She spends her days line-dancing, at aqua-fit and Tai Chi. Well, Dad likes the remote control but walks for an hour a day when it’s not winter. Did I mention they are 80+? Here’s to many more meals with love in the New Year!

Happy New Year 2014!

My Main Matryoshka Moment

Saturday, November 30th, 2013

As a design paradigm, the nested Russian doll principle, can also be applied to romance.
Matryoshkas, their proper name, are used metaphorically to describe a recognizable relationship of “object-within-similar-object”, like nesting tables, kitchen canisters, measuring spoons, etc.

One evening after dinner, Mr. Savant Man and I were homeward-bound in a cab. The rain kept pouring all around us as we made our way uptown. I thought what a perfectly romantic setting if only….

Wait, what was he saying? “THE MOST romantic moment in my life was blah blah blah!” As if on cue, he decided to fill in the blank “if only ….. I was with someone else.”

My Main Matryoshka Moment was HIS romantic moment nestled in what was supposed to be OUR romantic moment. HUH?

I thought should I top his most romantic moment? Where would this end? What will we find at the core? The tiniest Matryoshka or the one true love of our lives? Or maybe love ad infinitium …

ad infinitum