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, September 17, 2004

The Sexless give*-a-way

All right, people. I’ve got six, count ’em, six invitations for a gmail account smokin’ away in a certain email account of mine. If you’ve been lusting after this allegedly “exclusive” address, here’s your chance.

But in abiding by the classic economic aphorism TNSTAAFL (“There’s no such thing as a free lunch”), ya gotta make it worth my while. I am, after all, unemployed and rather destitute here.

Sexual favors will not be accepted ... but get creative! You could send me a modestly funded Starbucks coffee card, purchase a book through the site, buy me the new Ray Charles CD ... and so on. Non-monetary options also available. Bottom line: a gmail account could be yours!

And announcing ...
The advent of flickr on this site. Who knew it didn’t take a download or extra software?

Should you even care about gmail? Read the comments for more on this pressing issue.