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, January 21, 2005

Scratch that

All right. My conscience has been pricking me so much, I’ve decided to totally delete the “lesbian” entry. If you read it yesterday, bully for you. If not, so sorry. Basically, I’m working for such a woman right now, but that detail is so irrelevent to the situation I can’t bring myself to wring blog titillation from silly details of her apartment floors and dining habits.

Some teasing just goes too far. But strategic application of lip gloss ... nevah. ;)