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.

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Contest clue

What’s this I see? Looks like someone found this blog today by googling “Andromeda” ... Which is something other resourceful, uh, quizlings might do.

I know it’s almost Thanksgiving and you can practically taste that pumpkin pie right now — but don’t forget to submit your entries!

And before I forget, dahlings, a question for you. On account of two facts: that Hapless Hesitator got something of a tongue-lashing in my wee-hours blog (below), and that he barely had time to talk to me last night since he was driving and we all were training ... do I send him a brief email saying it was nice to see him, sorry we couldn’t talk and I hope he’s well? Or is that over-extending? Prithy advise.