forgetting men.

So – you know how every now and then, you decide to count up the number of men you’ve slept with? Yeah, that. I was doing that.
Now, that’s all well and good, and I’m hardly close to hitting the point of “god, I’ve had too many men,” but I realized something amazing and horrifying today.
For [...]

Online Spy!

I’ll admit it, I compulsively check the various social networking sites I’m a member of. On top of that, when I get bored – usually saturday afternoons – I start looking up people I used to see, hook up with, date, etc. My favorite thing to do is see where are they now, and who [...]

Attempts at Being Well Groomed

Over the summer I was sitting with SquidGirl drinking a beer and people watching outside of The 3rd Stop. It was then that I noticed this alarming trend: men wearing deep V-Neck shirts, like colored or printed undershirts, in public. They are not becoming, not on anyone.

That picture is from American Apparel. I blame American [...]

Forwards and Backwards

Just like most of you, I spent the holidays with my family. There were a few rough moments during the past 24 hours, but none were more shocking than realizing how deeply ingrained traditional gender roles were in my family.  Every year the women wake up at the ass crack of dawn to gather and [...]

Accidental Dating

Anyone who knows me knows I’m never in a relationship, except when I am. I’m not talking about “Hi Everyone, this is my boyfriend, Dick.” No, I’m talking more like, “let’s walk that fine line between more than friends but less than being each others’ significant others.”
This is my life. This is how it [...]

write me a love letter with a heading in Mrs. Eaves Ligatures

“I don’t think I am quite so much enthralled by him, as I am by the fact that he hasn’t made any poor typographical choices,” I said about a boy.
Mediocre typography is almost a standard found in the men that I date, which is generally surprising because my circle of friends contains a number of [...]

Fallout or lack thereof – Three Mile Island vs Chernobyl. Life as an adult.

My senior year of college could be likened to Chernobyl when it comes to the fallout I had with the guys I hooked up with. It was always a giant mess. I could have just made out with someone and it would turn out to be a big deal. My school was pretty small. 1200 [...]