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.

Monday, October 25, 2004

Monday contest-entry incentive

All right, ya’ll, we’re down to the last week of the month, and still no entries for this month’s contest. I realize a little more creativity is involved this time than last, but didn’t I set the bar pretty low?

Basically, send me a jumble of words that have something to do with love, sex and dating, slap another few words on top and call it a title ... and voila! Poem! Contest entry!

Best of all, today only, everyone who submits an entry gets a half-dozen homemade cookies shipped to your U.S. address (sorry, Frasier), while supplies last. That’s just for entering, folks — even if you don’t win. Now how generous am I?!

So again: email me your limerick, haiku, poem, rap, “Roses are red” redux, free verse, sonnet, hymn or other rhyming-line concoction re: love ... and you’ve got cookies. That simple! For promptest delivery, be sure to include a) your mailing address and b) either a suggestion for next month’s contest or mention your favorite entry so far.*

And coming later today ... reports from the Sexless foray into catering, and a weekend visit with my Palo Alto uncle (told of watching games at some place called The Old Pro, and talked up that city’s guy-to-gal ratio).

Scribble away, dahlings!

*B) is optional, not a condition of this offer, and really just a way to keep me more entertained. ;)