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While reading the wonderful Wombat’s blog the other day, I was led to an article about online dating. And specifically, why it doesn’t work.
Considering how it hasn’t exactly worked for me, this was like finding a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Or at the very least, some misery to accompany me. [...]
If I had a nickel for every guy that was straightforward and sincere with me…
I’d have a nickel.
More on this later.
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The year was 1999. It started out as a typical Friday night. Except my Friday nights are rarely typical, but this Friday night began with dinner and a friend at Resto Leon. A Kir Royale to start. A bottle of Bordeaux. And conversation.
I think it’s time you get back out there, Staci.
I am out there. [...]
I came here with two duffel bags and a couple hundred bucks. I didn’t have a job. And, save one friend who would be in town for my first two weeks, I didn’t know anyone. None of that mattered. I was determined, tenacious, fearless. If I could make [...]
lovingly dedicated to the family and memory of Jeanie Roger
It was a Tuesday morning. I lived in Brooklyn at the time. I was enjoying a cup of coffee in my garden, watching the koi swim to surface in pursuit of the food I’d sprinkled over the small pond. It was still warm enough for them [...]
Some time ago, I met this guy.
Tall. Strong. Eyes like a river of chocolate and a whipped cream smile. Athletic. Confident. Smart. Funny. And hairy as a Grizzly in winter.
Walking gay furballs call themselves bears, and there are plenty of cubs who love them. Some women love a hirsute man. I am not one of [...]
Dickstracted (dik-strakt-ed). adj. 1. Having the attention diverted by good dick. “She was too dickstracted to focus on her work.“
-Jack From Brooklyn
Yep. I was that girl.
But if I was going to get over Disappearing Didier, I was going to need a new dickstraction.
I had actually decided before I met Didier that I was going [...]
I don’t often write rants. In fact, I never have. But every once in a while, let’s call it once a month, I get a little cranky. OK, little might be an understatement.
So I’m cranky. And PagodaBird wrote me.
He’d sent me a message last week.
I must admit, it was the eyes. Your beautiful eyes.
You [...]
How do I describe the chain of events that left me staring deep into the chasm of uncomfortable moments and the close of a friendship?
It may have started years ago. I’d been on a rather wild trip overseas. It was a large co-ed group, with a lot more men than women. For a lot of [...]
I know this has nothing to do with my dating life in New York. Or my time in Los Angeles. Or the guy who tried to pick me up at the Backstage in Culver City last night. Incidentally, he’s already called. He walked me to my car. I think he thought he was getting in [...]
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