A few weeks ago, a friend asked me what the biggest age gap between myself and any of my “lovers” was. I thought about it, and the answer was somewhere around two to three years. Ah, well, that’s all taken care of because this weekend, I hooked up with someone who is at least twenty […]
I maintain this theory that when I die, I’ll have access to a really big book of personalized statistics. Things like, “Hours spent watching Doctor Who,” or “Hours spent sleeping,” and the like will be in there. Then there will be the more obscure facts, like… “Average length of time before Gabby gets bored with […]
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 […]
I have a friend, not a close friend but a friend nonetheless, who is on the verge of stardom. It’s impressive. I know him through a close friend, and she in turn is close with him. Even without being super close, I’d say we’ve had plenty of adventures. In 2006, on the eve of the […]
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 […]
This was the article I referred to yesterday. Yes, it’s a flirtationship, stemming from years of inside jokes and a brief period of time where we hooked up. I’m trying to get over that apparently by going on dates with men five years younger than me. Oh God. I’ve reached puma status.