The Art of Ass-Kicking: 6 Thoughts on Online Dating from a Guy’s Perspective
Okay. I know I promised to get back to writing my own blog but when I made that promise, I’d forgotten that I’d signed up for…
Okay. I know I promised to get back to writing my own blog but when I made that promise, I’d forgotten that I’d signed up for…
On Sunday morning, Date #7 tells me to put on a pair of sneakers. “Sneakers?” I ask. “Seriously? I hate sneakers.” It’s true: I don’t wear…
He does not kiss me hello, nor does he offer to carry my bag. By the time we reach his flat and he sits down in…
Date #7 is in the shower, which means I have a few moments to myself for the first time since… well, since I arrived in Pittsburgh…
At 9pm, my relief arrived. (This post is written by my dad and continues yesterday’s story of why he missed my birth.) I had an hour-long…
The morning of my 26th birthday found me sitting in my favorite coffee shop, drinking an iced chai and attempting to write but seeing as Date…
The results are in! But before I announce the winners of Mitchum’s Sticky Situation Sweepstakes, I’d like to thank everyone who took the time to share…
I kind of forgot to mention that the weekend came and went with nary a word from Date #7. Under ordinary circumstances, I wouldn’t mind—okay, I…
What do drag queens, jock straps and gay porn have to do with living adventurously? Very much, it turns out. I’ve been blown away by the…
“I’m feeling a little something,” says the nurse. A little something? What kind of little something? I’m lying on my back, with my heels hooked into…
A week from today, I’ll be off to Pittsburgh and on my way to spend the weekend with Date #7. This means that between now and…
When I moved back home upon completing my masters degree, I began to worry that I was turning into my mother. We look alike, we dress…