Category: Dating
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Splitting the Bill in a Post-Feminist World
First dates are like fire drills – sometimes they are real, but most of the time they are false alarms, but we are still lucky to get out of them alive. I’m moving up from not introducing my boyfriends to my parents to completely not telling anyone I’m going on a date at all. I…
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All Dogs Go to Heaven, All Cats Go to Hell
Monogamy bores me. I prefer to keep it casual. My “official relationships” last anywhere from three to five months. After that, I can’t take it anymore. I resort to the quick n’ easy break up – via phone, text, or just out of nowhere one day. This doesn’t make me a bad person –…
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Dick Fuzz
There comes a time in every girl’s life when she must break a man’s heart. What the fuck is the point of monogamy? I mean, every time I find myself in a “Monogamous Situation,” I have to deal with some pigsty of an apartment. I’m starting to think some guys go out of their way…
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The Silver Fox
I have a silver-haired suitor named Mick. He’s a fortysomething banker who proudly goes commando. As Sunday morning turns into afternoon, light fog permeates the air. A misty gray sky hangs above downtown. It’s calm after last night’s drinking crowd. Mick is driving me around in his ‘01 Beamer, six-foot-two frame squished behind the wheel.…
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Beat the Winter Blahs- Craigslist Style!
It’s a subdued night in the city, eerily silent and still. Everybody I know is asleep. I’m pacing around my room, twisting a strand of holiday tinsel, breaking in a new pair of heels. What can I say? There’s no saying no at a holiday shoe sale. I’m manic, medicated, and merry! The Holiday Season…
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Inside the Boulevard Motel
A couple years ago, a Motel 6 on the outskirts of town – or maybe it was a Super 8 – found itself under investigation. The shabby motel housed an intricate prostitution ring, and plenty of drugs. The week of the bust, a girl’s dead body was found in one of the rooms. It appeared to…
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Dicks, Diners, and Drives
Part One My phone is ringing. It’s 2 a.m. and no surprise – it’s Dan. I hear static…drunken shouting… and then…. Dan’s voice breaks through, but sounds like it’s coming from miles away. “HELLO YES -” Dan yells, “HELLO.” I’m laying in bed, picturing Dan. He’s holding his phone out in front of him like…
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