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, June 29, 2005

Wednesday blog preview

Dahlings ... you’ve been asking so many and such serious questions, poor Anna is about to go cross-eyed. I may have to up the prescription on my spectacles just from peering at all your comments! Speaking of which, if I haven’t gotten to your question yet, and you really want it answered, do send me an email. That’s a much better way for me to keep track of things to respond to, at the rate ya’ll are posting questions.

Now must get some caffeine inspiration in me (I’m sure not a latte virgin! ;)) ...

While you’re waiting, read Blogfather’s post on money. Because it’s funny, honey. And he’s funny — also much more, shall we say, “liberated” than I.