I am a single girl dating in Los Angeles. Sometimes. It's interesting.
My beloved iPhone hasn’t been chirping much lately. And when it does, I’m not reaching for it with excitement, wondering, ooh, is it him? At the time of this writing (and probably reading), there is no him. I am currently manless. I am not dating anyone and I have no […]
I’m going to the police to report a crime: Somebody stole my mojo. I know someone must have stolen it, because last night I had the opportunity to have red hot sex with a red hot man thing. And I passed. The guy: Former F-buddy. 20s. Surfer. Hot. Body. Rockin’. […]
Sometimes I think I might be a little bit insane. Like most men and women, I fantasize – that much is normal. I fantasize about sex, of course, but I also have bizarre fantasies about men that I often think might qualify me for residency at Shutter Island. They usually […]
I wrote the following as a guest post for my Twitter friend and dating blogger Single City Guy. I think he’s a super cool dude because he seems very down to earth, authentic, and displays a lot of respect for women. Alas, ladies, he’s not single any longer, some lucky […]
I don’t consider myself a terribly shy person – except when it comes to approaching men I find attractive. I’ll talk to anyone – in the grocery store, on the street, at the cemetery – unless it’s a man I’m really digging on. Then I’ll avert my eyes and pretend […]
My name is singlegirlie, and I’m a doucheaholic. It’s been two days since I quit Fred… and I’m dying for a hit. I know he’s bad for me and using again will just send me down a torrid path of self-destruction. But I am jonesin’, man. I can’t concentrate at […]
When I saw this fantastic diagram of the male brain, it hit me… Fred is not a douchebag after all. He’s just a man! Of particular note: the frontal lobe. Thanks to @jerkmagnet for sharing!
After my last blog post in which I slept with Fred the Douchebag, I received a few very interesting responses. While most of the women responded with a hearty, “You go, girl!” the men seemed a bit peeved, thinking somehow Fred wound up the winner in all of this. Why, […]
Continued from Friday Night with Fred: I Never Promised You a BJ As I mentioned in my last blog post, when Fred left Friday night I was pissed off that he was pissed off that he didn’t get off. But… I was horny. I normally dislike using the word “horny” […]
I was nervous about my third date with Fred. The last time I’d seen him, we had somehow-sort-of scheduled a sex date, which I wound up canceling because I knew I wasn’t ready. I hadn’t explained why, so on this date, I knew I had to address the sex thing […]
