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, November 19, 2004

Time for a de-tox?

Anna returns on Monday!

Dahlings, I know this may come as something of a shock to you all, but after recently wiping and rebuilding my entire computer — or something like that (I lack the proper techie-speak for this) — I’m thinking it’s not just my virtual memory that needs a rest, but my virtual self as well.

I mean, the whole backup/wipe/rebuild was so traumatizing that literally this morning I woke up thinking, “Can I make my morning latte as usual? Will my soap still be in the same place?” I found myself shocked that I could actually send text messages from my phone without trouble. In that I now begin to find that swiftly forgotten Y2k hysteria plausible ... clearly some sort of self-imposed withdrawal is necessary. As my iBlog is now royally messed up anyway, the best thing seems to be a blog fast. Besides, who will want to break away from Turkey Day excitement to come here?!!

You can keep up with Blogfather while I’m recovering ... and do whatever research you deem necessary to enter this month’s contest. I won’t be here to chide you daily, so don’t forget to enter. New blog readers, I think you’ll find plenty here to keep you occupied in the meantime. You might want to start with the monthly archives.

xoxoxoxoxoxo for the next few days then ....

PS: Don’t miss the Wednesday-night picture link to “Man-snaring,” below, and a new trackback from Kevin McCullough. Thanks for the press! :)