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, July 31, 2007

(comically) Bad Lit

If you suffered through last time’s post on shopping, it’s probably one of the worse pieces I’ve written lately. Then again, after reading these sterling efforts at prose (referred to me by the ever-alert Blogyenta), perhaps I just composed that for the wrong audience ...

More efforts at resuming the old blog rhythm (hopefully with more humor) coming ... sometime-ish. There may be something percolating around a barely avoided Ride of Death on a colleague’s motorbike, and whether my new “low tight” safety belt could have served as some kind of chastity pillow ...

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