You know what? I’m exhausted.
After the past few weeks of aggressive Tindering, aggressive OKStupiding, aggressive first-dating with no second dates, I’ve been having trouble mustering any enthusiasm for yet another evening of probing questions with a relative stranger. I’ve progressed from Tinder to text with a few promising specimens, but the schedule… READ MORE »
I want a Sunday kind of love. No, really, and not just because I could listen to that song every single morning.
Allow me to explain. This Sunday, I had a full day that was unapologetically mine. Really, I had a whole weekend that was unapologetically mine, including a visit with El Guapo… READ MORE »
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… READ MORE »
I’m not going to sugar-coat this: online dating fucking sucks. READ 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… READ MORE »
There are definitely some times when I wish I had a still had a boyfriend… READ 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… READ 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… READ 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… READ 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)… READ 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… READ 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… READ 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… READ 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… READ 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… READ MORE »