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.

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

The more things change ...

A stat-obsessive like me knows something is up when, by my mid-morning wakeup, already 100 page views have been recorded! Thanks so much to the many of you stopping by to check out this here blog. Not only didja push me over 50,000 page views yesterday, my uniques-to-page view stat even dropped from 69 to 68 percent (it’d been stuck there for months, producing occasional smirks).

Since I blogged not at all last week, and actually posted on Saturday, I’ve got another post in the offing today. Once I finish my coffee of course. ;) “Fame” — I mean, new readers — hasn’t changed my addiction, which even received a coveted paper plate award on the international choir trip I recently returned from guiding.

A word to the newcomers, though: I’m thrilled so many of you have been commenting and posting questions. Don’t be shy about emailing your queries, though. Anything I can use to generate a Sexless advice piece (the direction I’d like to take this blog, since I am still not dating) gets a prize from the Sexless prize box. While supplies last.