Monthly Archives: August 2011
A Farewell to…Summer
Summer is nearing a close. So, here’s my favorite Ernest Hemingway quote (to honor my esteemed colleague, Mrs. Hemingway.) The aforementioned statements are in no way related, but this is how my mind works. Which is probably why internet-Josh, the ONE semi-normal person I found on a most disgusting internet dating site, didn’t respond to … Continue reading »
Hope is Not a Thing With a Potter’s Wheel
I wish I could find the guy lounging in front of his sports car attractive. I wish I could look past the fact that a 32-year old man cannot write a complete sentence. I wish I could find a man’s collection of erotica interesting. If I could, this whole thing—dating in the social media era—would … Continue reading »
Speaking of Texas Forever…
Some Kind of Wonderful
I don’t want to be “out there.” I really don’t. But I also don’t want to be like Jill. I mean, how does she tell people the story of her first kiss with her husband? Does she tell how she pulled her good friend into the bathroom after that kiss and nearly spit up out … Continue reading »
How Did I Get Here?
It could have been a Saturday night. It might also have been a Friday night. I am certain it was not a Wednesday night because I would have been at the apartment in the worn-out blue armchair watching Beverly Hills, 90210 and painting my toenails in an attempt to be as cute as Kelly Taylor. … Continue reading »
How Do You Like Them Apples…
I guess it really is true…the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Continue reading »
Adventures in Online Dating: Mike from La Mirada Part Three
I just ran away from home Now I’m going to dizz knee land I just crashed my car again Now I’m going to dizz knee land I just robbed a grocery store I’m going to dizz knee land I just flipped off President George I’m going to dizz knee land -Dada When I was a … Continue reading »
I’m an adult.
Adventures in Online Dating: Mike from La Mirada Part Two
The drive wasn’t as bad as I anticipated it to be. As the miles ticked by we settled into a nice rhythm of conversation and silence. The conversation would consist of information that proved we were far from compatible. Mike from La Mirada never asked questions in return. Ever. So, I would ask a question, … Continue reading »
