I’m baaack…


I'm ready to bloom again.


OK. No excuses, I haven’t blogged in months and months and there isn’t an excuse, but I can provide some reasons:

1. I was in a relationship

2. I was working like a madwoman

3. I moved

While none of these are great reasons (except, perhaps, the working one. We are in a recession after all. I’m happy to still have a job) they are the reasons  why this space hasn’t been updated lately.

Not to bore anyone with details, but I started dating Kyle seriously and didn’t feel comfortable blogging all the intimate aspects.

Overall we had a fine relationship, but it lacked serious sparks. It was good, but not great and I think everyone deserves great.

So, now I am a single gal in D.C. I’m ready to embrace my singledom and take full advantage of what this city has to offer.

Here’s to turning over a new leaf.



Convention love

Convention love

Apologies to my readers–all two of you (I’ve added one more, thanks to Deline)– for the radio silence. I’ve been on back-to-back business trips to Denver and St. Paul for the carnivale of politics.

I’m heading back to my beloved district soon and with a few proclamations of love from Kyle and the surprise re-entrance of an old flame.  It’s already shaping up to be an interesting fall.

Faking it?


It’s true, women fake it sometimes.

In fact, I’m faking it now. I am supposed to have a date tonight with Ned (it would fulfill my “one other date a week” criteria and he seems nice) but I just can’t do it. Work has worn me out this week and I had several sleepless night worrying about Kyle’s “truly wonderful” comment.  Although this goes against everything Charm believes in– I’m faking a work emergency tonight.

What I really need is a good glass of red wine and some Olympic runners in spandex tonight.

Not to worry, I’ll be back in full force next week writing about my escapades at the Democratic convention in Denver.

His words are not melting my heart

His words are not melting my heart

And I think I’m missing my “aww” gene.

Kyle is as sweet as he can be, but such flattering phrases seem to have no effect on me.

He whispered (yes, whispered!) this sweet nothing into my ear as we were falling asleep last night and while I should have been shrouded in bliss and cozy in his arms, I simply became clausterphobic and anxiety-ridden.  It was a sleepless night for Miss Charm.

The Thelma and Louise of DC


So Allie (bless her heart), has taken matters into her own hands. I spoke with her yesterday about my dates with the PR Flack and how I thought he was smart, but probably not my type. When I arrived home last night (Kyle in tow) I found a interesting email from her waiting for me.

Subject: I planted the seed for you. You can thank me later

PRF: alright
  you win
  did she say anything?
Allie: ?
9:06 PM i mean, she just explained why she hadn’t said anything (work, etc)
9:07 PM we didn’t really get into it. i think she had fun, but as you know, it’s hard to read her. from what i gathered, it seemed she picked up on the awkward moments
9:08 PM PRF: hmm
  i’d say that’s a pretty fair assessment
9:09 PM Allie: yeah, i think she was torn because she said you were smart and had similar interests in politics and such
PRF: yeah, i’d say i definitely feel that way too
9:10 PM which is why i wasn’t sure what to do, you know
  i don’t know
 Allie: yeah, i hear you. i think since it appears you’re both feeling the same way
9:11 PM you could keep in touch via email, gchat, facebook, whatever, and then i’m sure that we’ll all be hanging out again and see how it goes.
  that’s just my suggestion which obviously your free ot take it or leave it
 PRF:  yeah i think that makes sense
9:12 PM no sense in pursuing something for the sake of it
 Allie: yeah, exactly.
  and fortunately, it seems that this revelation came early enough
  so there’s nothing preventing you from being friends
9:13 PM no forced make-outs at hip u street bars
  or anything like that
 PRF: yeah, i think in retrospect it was probably a bad idea to the second date on another weeknight
 Allie: 🙂
9:14 PM PRF: oh well, it was fun to get out
  haven’t done that in a while
 Allie: yeah, totally. no more Sette though.

I think that Allie just ended things with the PR Flack for me… Wow.


So there is a certain little speakeasy in a DC suburb that is a favorite of Kyle’s. We went no less than three times last week during the Birthday extravaganza’s and we’re going again tonight with Anne and George.

This place is quickly becoming one of my favorites and it’s drinks are fantastic. But between Kyle’s birthday and Anne’s social planning, I’m turning into a regular—alcoholic, that is…

Just had lunch with Allie and she took the news surprisingly well. In fact, she thought it was funny. What a relief to have her approval and insiders knowledge. It will really come in handy, if I continue to see the flack.