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 […]
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.