Mostly, I get wonderful, sweet and praising emails from you folks. I save them all. Sometimes the BS I get in my inbox requires a special rant. This is one of those times. As the Match.com Dating Chronicles and Dating Exiled Royalty attest, my love life has been nothing if … But, wait! There’s more…
After spending a couple hours getting to know each other, I was ready. Really ready. I’ve waited a long time for this moment. Too long. Taking my time, I slowly warmed her up. Pushing all the right buttons, her fine motor began purring beneath me. I wrapped my hands around … But, wait! There’s more…
Yes, I did. I joined Match.com. Again. I’m not well. I blame the cold medicine that got me to join the Booty Camp to which I’m now addicted. Those two things are related. No, I don’t know how. It’s been about seven years and I’d forgotten about this part: I’ve … But, wait! There’s more…
That’s the rule. There is only room for one special needs person in a relationship. In case you haven’t been here long, I’m it. For all the self-help books I’ve read, group quasi-therapy, and blogging, apparently it’s still me. I’m considering joining Match.com again and thought I should probably add … But, wait! There’s more…
Wow! I got another award! The Beautiful Blogger Award! (I think someone saw my photoshopped picture.) This is from the most sexy Wicked Shawn. Thank you sweetie! *throws kisses* I like her. Come to think of it, the other one was from her, too. (If you’re counting, yes that is … But, wait! There’s more…
FINALLY, after a few rounds of “What’s your favorite fruit loop flavor?” eHarmony reveals the pictures to me.
But, wait! There's more...Oh, it gets better.
His face was orange. Yes, ORANGE. He’d used a low-quality tan-in-a-bottle to enhance his pasty skin tone. Unfortunately, BLENDING was not his strong point. Dear readers, he was a rookie at the fake-bake usage.
But, wait! There's more...They ask, ‘Why are you single??’ or ‘Why haven’t you been married??’ But when they ask, with face half turned and narrowed eye, the tone says: “Is there something wrong with you that I can’t see??” (Uh, not trying to hide it. At all. Pay attention.) Or it sounds like … But, wait! There’s more…
