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, April 10, 2007

Chills ’n fevah!

I know. You’re probably surprised some guy in the Caymans hasn’t taken up squatting this here domain (or whatever the proper term is). I think I’m almost equally shocked myself.

What I’m not is well, sadly. Some fevah hit me Saturday, and I’ve been home sick ever since (except for Easter, that is — can’t miss the hymns!). That’s meant to be both update and excuse, I guess. The good news is, whenever I manage to lick this thing (they tell me a fever is good news, and the thing you really want most to lick is not so much the fevah itself as its adversary), I’m super-close to wrapping up final edits. For real.

And that means ... Yes ... A final return to blogging! Less talking about Sexless 2.0, and more implementation.

So, in the mean time, go to it, body! Fight that virus, fever!

And thanks for your extremely longsuffering patience, to the readers who still check this blog.

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