Sexless in the City

Sometimes reading romance novels doesn’t quite prepare you for a love life...

For this 30-year-old urbanite, love is always a misadventure: The Harvard Lickwit, Hippie the Groper, the 5% Man, and the Ad Weasel. These and many other men wander in and out of her life — but never her bed.

Friday, August 27, 2004

Taking a break today

After some of the marathon blogs this week, decided to lay off a little today. Besides, it’s damn fine weather out.

But have no fear: Anna will be back to ponder the meaning of musical age, and report more dating hijinx next week. In the meantime, two links you might find amusing:
  1. Pick the virgin (if you think you’re really good at sussing out college naifs). I scored 52, but did better picking out the men. I can’t decide which impugns my credibility more: this site, or “Hot or Not” (haven’t been there, but Craigslisters responding to my PR ads have sometimes referred me to their HorN profiles) ...
  2. Sexless in India (the woes of single men in Mumbai)
And finally, a good ole introspective conundrum: to blogcrush or not? What happens when you fall for another blogger, or a blog reader falls for you?

Vapidity, folks. It’s what we know you come here for! Wouldn’t want to disappoint. ;)

Back on Monday...

Despite my aim of a 3-day weekend off from blogging, I couldn’t resist filling in a theme song for each of the lads (or geezers) from my Man-date to mate series earlier this month:
  1. Ad Weasel to Geriatric Gent
  2. Global Crossings Guy to Leather Daddy
  3. Married Man to Sgt. Ex-sessories
  4. Stalker #1 to the Winner