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, September 26, 2005

Monday morning gone awry

Sorry, ya’ll. I’m not in such a funny or presuming-to-be-wise place today. Too busy plotting much-needed ass-kickings I probably won’t have the courage or the context to deliver. Then there’s the more serious battle to fight — against becoming one who wounds in the same way I’ve been hurt.

Since I can’t be like Alanis, Tori Amos or Paula Cole, turning pain into fiery art, no bloggage today. Sorry. :( But meanwhile, take this chance to get your contest entries in! No penalty for googling blog archives (as some resourceful readers have done). Contest closes Friday ...