It’s Gettin’ Hot in Here
You ask me to me to meet you for a drink, so I do. You ask me not to write about it, so I don’t. You…
You ask me to me to meet you for a drink, so I do. You ask me not to write about it, so I don’t. You…
Last week I received a Facebook message from a public radio producer in Canada. It’s contents? Well, to be honest, it took me a good ten…
So, whatever happened to the Norwegian? I don’t know to be honest. I’m already bored with the idea of “Reader’s Digest Mondays” (and it’s not even…
Finally! The full scoop on he-who-can’t-be-bothered-to-buy-me-a-drink, aka My One O’Clock. Here’s a hint: To re-cap, I first met My One O’Clock for coffee during my…
To his credit, he wore dress shoes this time. And dress pants, and a dress shirt with a neon green mark across the wrist, presumably left…