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’. […]
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 […]
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 […]
I met Fred the good old-fashioned way. In a bar. He was funny, down to earth and seemed very genuine, which was part of the attraction. We talked and flirted all night. Oh, and he was hot. Brutally hot. And did I mention that he’s hot? At the end of […]
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