I got called a “love pussy” the other day. I’ll admit that I had to ask for clarification as to what exactly that meant. The explanation I was given was, “you’re a pussy when every thing is perfect.” I was still a little confused. Sometimes I can be a little dense. She broke it down … Continue reading FEAR – False Evidence Appearing Real or F@%k Everything And Run
I am a hopeless romantic. I am a seeker. I feel as if I am on a constant mission to find a man with whom I can share my life. This is something that I have been aware of for as long as I can remember. It as if it is already written and my … Continue reading Wear My Heart On My Sleeve Or Take Off My Shirt?
I had an afternoon coffee date last week. He was an attractive, ambitious, well spoken man. I found myself taking about my travels. The more I talked, the more that he looked at me like I was an alien. My sentences all began with "last weekend when I was in New York" or "when I … Continue reading No Sleep or Dating ‘Till Brooklyn?