It’s been about a week since the hot guy at my gym talked to me. Why hasn’t he asked me to marry him yet? Doesn’t he know I get tired of waiting?
I always hate it when I’ve been texting with a guy and then about two days later, photos surface on Facebook of him obviously in more-than-friends embraces with other women. One, that makes me chopped liver and cheap amusement, and two, that means I’ve been wasting my time on a flakey-flake. It also means I […]
There is one thing you must know about Portland, Oregon. Couch Street is not pronounced like the piece of furniture. No, the real pronunciation is “Cooch.” Ergo, to a Portlander (Portlandite?) “Couchsurfing” could become “Coochsurfing.” Let me tell you about the time that I was young, single, and feeling a bit rowdy. There was a […]