My fairly new boyfriend Todd was a nice-enough looking guy with some questionable grooming habits. I tried to tell myself that these minor, easily fixable flaws shouldn’t influence how I felt about him.
But instead of gazing into Todd’s eyes, I found myself staring at his nose hair, fixated. Brownish-grey tufts looking like… More »
When the Frat Boy I had my eye on invited me over under the guise of “hanging out,” eating pizza, and watching a scary movie, I arrived with hairy legs to ensure my pants stayed on.
Within minutes, the lights dimmed, the movie started, and so did the shoulder massage, which quickly evolved… More »
When I met Eric* at a friend’s birthday party, my first thought was that he was a man’s man. He was a six-foot-tall, broad shouldered carpenter from the Bronx with bulging arms covered in a myriad of swirling tattoos that strained the sleeves of his polo shirt. He caught me staring more than once. At… More »