True Story

The Worst Kind of Wet Spot

When I was in college, I was oddly acquainted with several individuals who would get drunk, pass out, and then urinate in strange places. Yes, in that order. Prior to my years as an undergrad, I had never known sleep-peeing was even a thing. But I had attended a party […]

Good Morning. Who the Hell Are You?

I have very fond memories of college. The following story is not one of them. By that, I do not mean I don’t have fond thoughts about it, I mean it isn’t a memory. Allow me to recount what I can remember about my very first (and last) alcohol-induced blackout. […]

Uh, We Got Back Together

You may have noticed that I haven’t been writing much about my dating life of late. It could be because I haven’t dated in months. Or it could be that I have been dating… my ex-ex-boyfriend (i.e., my ex-boyfriend who is once again my boyfriend, for you slow folk). I […]

Just Friends?

In When Harry Met Sally, Harry told Sally that men and women could never be friends because of the “sex part.” The sex part meaning the boy always wants to play hide the salami with the girl. The other day my recently divorced neighbor asked me out. I think. I […]

My Date at the Gay Bar

In my many years of dating, I have been on a number of unique dates: monster truck rallies, old movies at the cemetery, Souplantation… But last week’s date was a first. He wanted to go to a gay bar. Wha??? My initial date with Mark had been about a month […]

Eleven Inches

Well, that was interesting. I’ve just returned from the gas station, where I was verbally raped. It had been a very run-of-the-mill day and I stopped off for gas on my way home from work. I was preparing to pump when a silver Saturn drove up quickly in front of […]