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.

Friday, May 05, 2006

Back with my baby

Sorry, dahlings, light posting today: iBaby 2.0 came home from Tekserve yesterday (strokes case fondly), but setting him back up again put me behind on some of my work. With proper inspiration I might yet crank out a full-length post this weekend, so don’t forget to send me your latest love-life queries. Otherwise this space might just return to bargain blogging and other tales of shopping.

Which reminds me to brag that I got new jeans at the Gap yesterday, just for simply checking my email! For real. If you don’t mind clicking through to the odd online ad now and then, and you haven’t yet joined MyPoints, you should. I’ve earned at least a few hundred dollars’ worth of stuff through them over the years, since you can redeem the points you acquire for gift cards from the Gap, Barnes & Noble, Home Depot, Macy’s and lots and lots of other places. If you do sign up, tell ’em Anna Broadway — er, DANZFOOL — sent ya.