I have loved the Manic Pixie Dream Girl since before the term existed. She was my 5th grade BFF, my camp councillor with the nose ring, my high school crush, and the party girl I made out with while her boyfriend looked on in bemusement. She was slender and dangerous, creative and impulsive. I have [...]
Let’s Be Friends
I had the brilliant idea that now that Noma and I were no longer “going out,” it would be a good idea to introduce her to my kids. Actually, it was a pretty fucking brilliant idea. You see, my daughter’s softball season was ending, and she seemed to back-and-forth on whether she liked it or [...]
Hot Salsa Mess Part 3
Start the adventure with Hot Salsa Mess Part 1 I wanted nothing more then to go home and gargle a bottle of listerine. But I had unfinished business. Looking around, Mena’s bodyguard was no where to be seen, so I made my way up the stage. I figured we had been looking at each other [...]
Hot Salsa Mess Part 1
The night was off to a bad start when I turned around to see my ex, the stone stud Mena. The one I told to “lose my number.” (But I kept hers–I want to know who she is if she calls me again) “Oh, hi.” I said, warmly and without thinking, “I haven’t seen you [...]
The End of Jen
This is the last I will write about Jen (please Goddess!). My New Years resolution is to stop thinking about old ex-girlfriends and start making new ones! (Just kidding…kinda…read on) So after I put my clothes on, I was pretty mad and fighting tears, but I calmed down and we did talk. I expressed how [...]
Put Your Clothes On!
So my three faithful readers (you know who you are) may be wondering what happened with Jen, my more-off-than-on ex-girlfriend. I wrote this a while ago, but I didn’t want to ruin the Holiday Spirits by posting it (or something) We left off at Birthday Sex. The good thing about working on a Saturday is [...]
Birthday Sex
I was talking to a friend at work about the new man in my life, and she pointed out something I should have noticed: the fact that there was zero excitement in my voice when I talked about him. That’s when I realized that, although he doesn’t know it yet, it’s over. Right now the [...]
I’m Not a Stud-I’m Just Stud Curious
I realized that, dressed as I was, anyone could look at me and just know that I’m gay. And what a liberating feeling that was.
Lead Us Not Into Temptation
“I don’t know what it is…but I don’t like it.” I told her.
“So when can I see you again?” She asked me.
No Such Thing as Trick Ankles
“There’s no such thing as trick ankles–That’s just something parents tell their kids.”
