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, October 10, 2005

What have I been neglecting you for?

It’s as bad as you thought: swanning around a spacious NoCali patio, drinking some wine, and squatting on the neighbor’s wifi. It’s not like I don’t pay for internet at home, after all ...

Further aspects of local color have included dodging contact highs and sleeping beneath the watchful gaze of my rellies’ notorious living room art (so famous that, six years later, it’s still how Girlfriend #1 and her hubby know which aunt I’m talking about).