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, February 14, 2006

Don’t forget to vote!

First-quarter voting for the Love > Revenge Fund ends today, so help decide where our money goes! Then check out my first column for Godspy (no, I’m not converting), and a little guest-blogging over at Radiant.

Coming Friday: a thesis on friendship, in which Anna clarifies just what she means by male-female friendship and its (im)possibility or not.

Happy Valentine’s Day! I’m off to “celebrate” with the folks from my weekly Bible study. Because, really, the community you have with three or more can eclipse what just two people share. As I’m reminded from watching a friend’s nearly year-old daughter last night (even though she cried a lot), that’s why children add so much to a marriage. Two can’t play games or tell stories and talk and laugh together the way their family of three — or more — will someday be able to. If love is so great it gets its very own holiday (not to mention most of the songs out there), how could two be content not sharing it so it expands their circle of joy?