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 […]
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 […]
As I mentioned in my “About Me” section, dating these days is quite a bit different than it was in my 20s. It’s been a few years since I split from The Ex, so I’ve gotten somewhat used to it, but that doesn’t mean I consider it any less weird. […]
Er, I mean, premiere post. This is most certainly not a post by a virgin.