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, January 26, 2005

The BRWS contest prize!

Yes, dahlings, it’s true. Anna’s changed her mind again. But this time the men are in agreement. Both Poster Boy and Frasier have accepted the “compact muscle massager” shown here as alternate prize.

Much more coming later this afternoon on how the massager — which I’ve dubbed a possible purity massager could spare many a hapless gentleman from the ensnaring and DTR-inducing tangles of casual backrubs.

And in other happy news: I’ve given the infamous taskmistress the ole heave-ho. Come Saturday, I’m a free woman again, and it’s back to blogging as usual. ;) I hope.