(M)anthropology, Part 5: Those Guys who are just THERE
He who was following me on Twitter is no longer following me on Twitter. One can only presume that he read the associated blog post and…
He who was following me on Twitter is no longer following me on Twitter. One can only presume that he read the associated blog post and…
For dramatic effect, I would say that I can’t remember the last time I woke up in bed with a man who could be bothered to…
The (m)anthropology continues with another “type” gleaned from my so-called fieldwork: Man 4.0. So far, we’ve had the Impressionists (men who like to impress their women),…
Last week I launched my official 50th Date Challenge. For those of you just joining us, this entailed re-writing all of my online dating profiles (yes,…
Date #9 is now following you on Twitter. Well now, there’s an email I never thought I’d receive. It’s not that I’ve never heard from one…
When you look at a painting by Salvador Dali where he’s got a pocket watch melted over a tree branch or a lion jumping out of…
Getting back to the notion of “type” (and those pesky Impressionists in particular) I should confess that I’ve been mulling over my “observations” of the male…
Alright folks: here it is. My new profile. The one that’s gonna send all the boys… well, to be honest, it will probably send them running…
First things first: Happy Easter Monday (Easter Monday, in case you don’t know, is an internationally-recognized holiday whereby you run to your nearest convenience store at…
As it turns out, nothing has changed between you and me. Even though you pause to hand me the morning paper when we say our goodbyes…
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…
Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me-eee, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! Okay, so it’s not actually my birthday (my birthday isn’t…