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, March 16, 2005

On tap ...

Fresh blogging! Must first finish some work-related stuff. In the meantime, check out a newly discovered, well, sister blog to this site, Celibate in the City — the sexual and romantic travails of a celibate Mormon woman. To my knowledge, Blogfather had nothing to do with siring this site (which actually precedes mine), so I guess the unnamed blogger and I must be stepsisters.

When my schedule clears a little, reportage on the Monday night Guinness event, plus further encounters with that Mac tech and even an upcoming dinner with Hippie the Groper!

Updated (again!)
(Gulp) Well, it’s gonna be after lunch. Sorry, ya’ll, but just found out my (married) brother will probably be reactivated and sent to the Middle East this fall, probably going within a month or two of my sister. Something we’ve known was likely to happen ... but a lot to absorb now it seems more likely. Probable dates just change the picture somehow ... and the timeframe on my next light-hearted post. Meanwhile, a new-and-more-serious essay on my other blog (for those who don’t mind the non-funny stuff).