Tough going out there in the dating pool this week: my OKStupid date bailed on me mere hours before game time (rude!), and speed-dating managed to sell out before I could secure a spot. Undeterred, I’m planning to attend this week – and purchase a ticket farther in advance! Meanwhile, I ended up spending a surprising amount… More »
I’m not going to sugar-coat this: online dating fucking sucks. More »
I had an embarrassing amount of time to myself this week, and visual diversions (including television, computer, cell phone and books) were strictly verboten while I recovered. But there were a few developments, both internal and external, and I want to share them with you… More »
There are definitely some times when I wish I had a still had a boyfriend… More »
This past Wednesday found me crying at 1 a.m. outside of The Big Easy’s place of employment.
Relax; it’s not what you think.
For one thing, I wasn’t there because it was The Big Easy’s place of employment. He just happens to work in a massive landmark located across the street… More »
I’ve been thinking a lot about falling, and not just because I’m absurdly accident prone.
For one thing, fall is here and there’s no denying it; it’s dark by 7 p.m. and there are already a surprising number of crackly leaves underfoot in the parks. But I’ve also been thinking about the act… More »
Fall showed up this week like something out of an Alice Hoffman novel, landing flatly and without prelude on my thermostat as the sun set on Labor Day. The humidity dissipated like perfume when someone leaves the room; the lush August greenery was suddenly edged with brown, blowing in a breeze that pricked goosebumps onto… More »
It’s been a hell of a week. More »
It was bound to happen. More »
Who knew that the Internetz had so many opinions about whose dicks I do or do not put in my mouth??
Last week’s “Blowjobs Are for Boyfriends” pronouncement was unexpectedly controversial – at least, unexpectedly to me – and it got me thinking about why I “withhold” (if you can call it that)… More »
Over a month deep (giggity) with The Big Easy, we’re getting the hang of this “pleasuring each other” thing.
With a shoutout to my girl Miranda Hobbs – who reminded Carrie “Work of Fiction” Bradshaw, after a disappointing first encounter with Berger, that if she’s never had to “work on it” with someone she… More »
It’s hard to know where to start writing about the last two weeks, so here are a couple of vignettes that I hope will do a better job of telling my story than me rambling about how I don’t know how to talk about it (which is, of course, everyone’s favorite blog content: why the… More »
I’m taking a week off from writing about The Big Easy. Long story short: he is officially my boyfriend, and I’d like to give that newness a little time and a little room to grow. We’ll talk about him more in the future, to be sure. But this week, a very different kind of man… More »
Having subjected The Big Easy to two weeks’ worth of my nutty softball friends, I figured that no matter how much he enjoys them – and they, him – it was high time that we stepped out of my life and into his. So this weekend, I packed an overnight bag and made the bold… More »
Where to start? This week began with a wine-soaked meal with my ex, ended with another softball game with Mr. Firework, and found me spending time in a national park, another city, and yes, with The Big Easy in between.
Let’s get to it. We’ll start with what could have been a fraught… More »
Talk about “Ask and you shall receive.”
After last week’s uncomfortably confessional post, I decided I better put my money where my mouth is and get out On the Hunt. To that end, I have not seen El Guapo (my FWB, for those who asked; Esquire bailed on this week’s softball game at… More »
Some bloggers take great delight in burying the most important or exciting bit of information at the bottom of their post, click-baiting you into scrolling paragraph after paragraph of self-indulgent prose to get there. Today, I simply can’t contain myself… More »
Do you ever feel like everyone’s out to get you? This week has been like that, at least when it comes to my dating life. The city has been nothing but one big cockblock. Er, clitblock.
First things first: I haven’t seen Israeli Tinder Guy again. We exchanged a few friendly texts, mostly… More »