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, June 17, 2005

It’s coming ...

To a magazine rack near you. Yes, that’s right; this here blog just got some rather splashy press (also slightly blush-inducing, gulp; as I told Poster Boy, I think I’ve recovered my sense of shame).

I’ll leave you to guess which cover-story it is, but tell you the article starts on 103. Flip a few pages further to see me and then to finally read my interview. While I may have been the most provocatively photographed of the four sources, at least I don’t take the prize for most-embarrassing disclosure. Phew!