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, November 15, 2005

Nerds heart me?

Lunch, Texas-style. Check back later
this week for more on Anna’s travel
adventures ...
Must recover from flirtation at the airport curb: shortish dark-haired man says, “You love nerds! I’m a nerd.”

“That’s what they all say,” I tell him. My soon-to-be cab mate, who sat next to me on the plane, seems quizzical and faintly surprised. Is sharing a cab with me a grave miscalculation?

The guy assures me he’s a real nerd. “I’m from San Francisco! And I work in the Silicon Valley.” But he doesn’t know he’s pissing next to big guns here. I count IT guys among friends and part-week colleagues — not to mention techs proficient on the Mac platform.

He doesn’t seem to mind this relative blow. His cab has arrived, and apparently New York is the place where guys like him are loved.

Off to give my shirt a rest ... I hear it could be quite a hit with West Coast college boys, and it looks like Christmas may be in NoCali this year. Can’t let the heart part fade any more or the shirt might lose its mojo completely! Not that this hindered the guy tonight ...

But lack of rest may hinder me from writing a real post shortly, so off to bed this girl must go.