Your Father Isn’t… Charlie

I met Charlie at a friend’s birthday party and we hit it off talking about the developing importance of behavioral economics. Throughout the night I find myself talking to him again and again, although I can never really tell what he means by it. Toward the end of the night, instead of asking for my number, Charlie suggests we exchange business cards. I figure we connected on an intellectual level, so we’re solidly in the friend zone. I’m ok with that....more

Quasi-futility and NOT being the Rebound-girl

It's ironic really, I post a profile on a web-dating site and despite the interest, I still never end up  leaving the house (especially to go on dates) or do much of anything for that matter. My apartment is currently in a state reminiscent of a frat-house, and the small human head-size dust bunnies scurrying over my ugly ceramic floors consisting of about 80% dog hair -  I believe will morph any day now and start growing eyes and teeth. I can only imagine what biological nightmares are breeding in my bathroom as my toilet looks cleaner than my sink....more

Confessions of an accidental bigmouth

The art of pondering thy self while eating cake....more

The Bad Juggler

I'm in trouble... ...more

Computer Love - Two Years and Counting!

Two years ago, the day before Thanksgiving, I went on a self-inflicted blind date. Both of the boys were gone and I found myself alone for the holiday. That lucky guy was Dexter Vines.  Believe it or not, we met online and after several online chats, he decided he wanted to speak over the phone. I assumed he wanted to hear my sultry voice. LOL  Our first conversation was very down-to-earth, laid back without any clichés or formalities. It seemed we had known each other for at least six months, instead of a few weeks....more

The verdict is in...

 I was right about ‘Tuscany,’ dead right. Damn I’m good. My scum-detector is fully functional. Now I can smell them coming off like a cheap suit. I knew he was hiding something, and I finally got it out of him.I'm no pushover. ...more
Reading this post was entertaining...but I could also anticipate the train wreck (the more I ...more

Next please! FYI, you can't keep a good girl down

When it's too good to be true, it probably is.He was there (Pescara)... then 'POOF' he was gone. I've gone from "stupendous" to lost and discarded in web-dating oblivion... and likely due to some vulgar Italian muffin-top wrapped in lycra, with sausage legs, fake nails, coiffed hair, a rank belly button, and enormous tits. Fine, be with her. I'll get over it, you'll see. She'll probably hate your dog, subscribe to infinite gluttony, then you will wish you hadn't disappeared from my virtual zone of love, devotion, and fidelity....more

Addicted to love or quasi-sucker for punishment?

Yesterday's pointless 'hamster-wheel debate' between Tuscany and I continued.  I say, he says... But now this has become more of a sociological experiment for me. I am in a paradox. Writing is my raison d'etre, and being a social leper outside regular-work hours does not exactly make for interesting subject matter. My writing (work) and personal-life is now interwoven and there are no borders. I can't have one without the other. Shit. This is confusing. He's weird, but I have got nothing better to do....more

'Special friends' and the prevalent ICK-factor

'The Continental:' My claim to shame as I have dated one. ...more

You Attract What You Are...

I don’t know how usual or unusual this is, but I had instant, strong chemistry with the very first man I met in person after I posted my profile on a dating website.  I couldn’t believe it.  Could it really be this easy?  I, very painfully, over the next several months, found that the answer was no, it wasn’t that easy.  But I learned volumes from the experience....more