Category Archives: Online Dating
Craigslist Confessional: Not a Slam Dunk (Day 3)
Polite society, our mothers, religion, the fear of STD’s and other factors contribute to why sluttiness isn’t as prevalent as prudishness. Women and men who embrace their inner slut instead of setting sexual boundaries get to act out their wildest fantasies. We fuck multiple partners, we engage in group sex, we know where to go […]
Craigslist Confessional: Oh Dear Lord! (Day 2)
Today’s energy feels a little like I’m swimming with a school of sharks. The men have sized me up, are circling, and are now going in for the kill. It’s as if my desire for NSA sex smells of blood. The sense of danger, urgency, and exhilaration are swirling together into an erotic boiling-over point. […]
Craigslist Confessional: Casual Lovers Wanted (Day 1)
Addiction is a beautiful thing. Basking in the glow of my newest obsession, I’m met with a momentary hiccup: My phone has run out of space. I cannot send or receive texts. The men who have responded to my Craigslist casual encounter advertisement must wait. It’s the first peace I’ve had in 48 hours. That […]
Wading Out to the Deep End
Somewhat miraculously, I avoided getting sucked into a starter marriage. I never even came close. Sure, in my twenties, I dated a man for eight years. And, yes, I pressured him to marry me. I whined and bellyached. My father asked him point blank what his intentions were. But, happily, he never took this pleading […]
This Year I Resolve To . . . .
The best combination I can conjure up for running into an old flame is to do it when you least expect it AND you look your best AND you’re on the arm of a gorgeous man who clearly adores you. Even two out of three wouldn’t be that bad. The killer is when you run […]
Hot Damn!
Have you ever experienced uttering something out loud that should clearly be kept strictly in your head? What about reflexively taking in your breath after seeing something startlingly beautiful? I caught myself doing both of those things last night as Damn Man walked toward me without his shirt on from the end of the bed. […]
Exit Stage Left
So, while it’s true that, “Here, give me a hug,” is better than reaching out his hand to say goodnight, when Butthead Bob leaned forward, arms open wide, I internally cringed: Another bad exit. Pleasant conversation. Check. Flirtatious fun. Check. Nothing overly offensive, obnoxious, nor overtly sexual. Check. Bad exit. I will never see or […]


