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.

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

The blog reader mystery

No, I’m not referring to the loot hauled in by last month’s first-prize winners ... I mean a silent few of you! Specifically, a certain reader I surmise is based in DC, and oh-so-faithfully checks my blogs from the isp “Henry L. Stimson.” I mean, sweetie, at the rate you keep up on me, you might be in the running for that yet-unannounced Blog Reader World Series category, frequency of checking!!! ;)

So satisfy me please, honey — my curiosity, that is. Tell me who you are and where ya found me. Otherwise I might have to dub ya “The Silent Type” and create a blog-reader persona for ya, all fictious.

And for the rest of you, don’t worry: fresh blogging coming soon. A Spooning Fork with Macy Gray, musings on the grown-up lock-ins, and maybe more. I have to consult the coffee grounds in my cup first ...