Part 2: My date with Mike in a crime-ridden ski resort!

I was on a date in Aspen, a town whose authenticity I questioned until I met genuine, easy-going Mike. We were having drinks at Cache Cache, hoping a dinner table would open up at fondue spot La Creperie. In a surprising twist, I wasn’t the first one to bring up local crime rates. Mike enlightened me on the dark side of living in Aspen, which reminded me of a crime I’d noticed in the paper and was anxious to discuss--  READ MORE...

 

Part 1: Is Aspen even real?!

Mike and I matched while I was on a work/ski trip to Aspen. It was my first time in Colorado and I’d been told Aspen was a chichi international ski town. A collection of my favorite adjectives! Being in the mountains always makes me feel great, like living inside a deep breath. The experience, whether skiing or sitting in a hot tub or drinking my face off, exists in the physical and enables my brain to momentarily shut off. I imagined Aspen would up this ante with poodles in Moncler doggie jackets judging my pronunciation of ‘après ski.’ I arrived ready to love it.  READ MORE...