Wax On, Wax OUUUUUCH!
Well, folks, hell has officially frozen over. I have done gone and got myself a new-fashioned bikini waxing. That’s right, kids, I’m bald. In my first blog post, I lamented […]
The Teeniest Weenie of All Time
Since I wrote last about Tom’s ginormous johnson, I thought it apropos to stay on topic and regale my readers with a story about Tom’s polar opposite. This is a tale about the smallest penis that has ever entered my body. *** Enrique and I met when I was a […]
A Penis Story
Well, well, well. Welcome back. I knew you’d come. The time has drawn to answer the question: did she or didn’t she do the nasty with Tom on their 24-hour third date? So come with me on this ride. I’ll skip the boring details about the pizza and the movie […]
Eff the Douchebags, I’ve Got a Nice Guy
Last weekend, I had a 24-hour date with Tom. Twenty-four. That’s right, like the TV show. And it was only the third date. It started Saturday evening at his place. I hadn’t expected to spend the night, and I certainly hadn’t expected to spend the day. But lo and behold, […]
I’m In Love, I’m in Love, I’m in Love!
Ladies and gentlemen, I am in love. And the best part is, he’s a doctor! It started out as just a little crush, primarily on his business-in-the-front-party-in-the-back hairdo. I’ve never really crushed on hair before, but once you see it you will understand. I want to make love to these […]
Saturday Night Gas Fest
*TMI ALERT* *TMI ALERT* *TMI ALERT* Warning: if you are sensitive about TMI, particularly TMI about bodily functions, stop reading now. Proceed at your own risk. And if you are grossed out or offended, too bad, bitches. I warned you. *** Have you ever been on a date when you […]
No, I Don’t Want to Be Your Facebook Friend
Ah, Facebook. Great for finding old high school friends, staying in touch with family, sharing vacation pics… And TMI. Way, way, way TMI. Especially when you’re dating. There is some […]
Uh, Where’s the Guy From the Picture?
The other night I met another guy I found through an online dating site. His pictures looked really hot. He was a musician, had tattoos, pretty face, rockin’ bod. That shit always gets my loins going. We had three long phone conversations – two more than I usually like to […]
The One That Got Away Got Married
I was stalking exes on Facebook the other night – something I rarely do. I especially make it a point to not look at one particular ex’s profile, because I know it generally amounts to no good. But I was feeling masochistic and was waxing blue anyway, so I went […]
Adventures in Thailand: The Gay Hooker
I learned he was from Chiang Mai, had been working at the bar for eight months and wasn’t a professional dancer but performed in their curbside “sexy boy show” nightly. Little did I know…
Single Girl Blogging 