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.

Monday, July 18, 2005

Monday mental-health day

Dahlings, I don’t know if it’s this wave of muggy heat we’ve had in the city ... or an equally sweat-inducing man I talked to yesterday ... but my brain’s a little overcome today. Rather than subject you to crap blogging, I’m gonna postpone today’s post.

Meanwhile, feel free to suggest other topics or questions you think I might explore. You’ve been submitting many queries lately, but often these have to do with me. And really, hasn’t that topic gotten old after a year of excessive pinkness? What other quandaries or frustrations do you have?