Tag: men

  • Don’t Blame the Brulee

    This will come as a shock to some of you, but this Lady isn’t as progressive as you might think. Wednesday night, I met a lad for dessert at a local restaurant, one he suggested. We each had a chocolate crème brulee. We chitchatted about people we both knew. There were awkward pauses, but not…

  • SuckerPunch: What To Do, What To Do

    It’s happened. A continuation of a saga I thought was as over as it was going to be. Maybe it’s predictable. But the wind is knocked out of me and I feel as though my life depends on how I recover my breath. My ex-boyfriend emailed me, asking how the world was treating me. When…

  • Alas

    I’m back. I didn’t mean to be gone so long…I went to the beach time forgot and in the whole town, apparently there is one internet connection and all the damn kids were on it.  Notes. I owned the sun, bitches. And then I got a cold and now the Universe owns me and I’m…

  • Giving Away

    I wrote this some time ago about the heat of texting I sometimes feel. It’s a love/hate relationship I have with technology, though I can admit underneath it all, it has nothing to do with technology. (Note: I feel as though I might have posted this before but my glance-through revealed nothing…but I didn’t look…

  • Oh

    Oh, Air Force John. How you’ve helped me this week. My time of need and all. You have provided ample distraction from real-life tragedy. Your silence is better than your hi’s or highs. Perhaps I would have liked to consider you a distraction in the flesh but no matter.   Oh, Air Force John. For…

  • Medicated Lady Needs You, Dear Reader

    Do you think it’s wrong to text message a suitor twice in a row? If he doesn’t respond to the second one, does that mean has thrown you away? If you just met someone and they say they are having a bad day but give few details and you don’t really know them well enough…

  • Feeling of Feeling

    This is what I forgot I make things intimate Putting my hand on a man’s face A man’s neck I like the feeling of feeling him Without fail he closes his eyes I imagine the only thing on his mind is the touch of my skin on his The weight and tremor of my hand…

  • Lies about Cuddling (and F***ing)

    He asks wanna cuddle Of course I do. Of course. The only problem is the STDs floating around, the serial killers lurking about, my (in)sanity, and the facts being what they are. Fact: I have never heard the sound of his voice. Fact: I asked if he had a good weekend and his reply was…

  • The Whole Shit

    No shit. This is the whole of my love life.   Nerdy military guy (NMG): Wink ML: wink ML: where you be? NMG: I been reading. My life is GREAT! ML: Oh (long, long pause as ML contemplates the greatness of NMG’s life) ML: Whatche reading? NMG: Reading bout ‘Nam ML: Sweet. I like death.…

  • Rod Stewart and I Want to Know if We’ve Told You Lately…

    Have I told you* lately how much I like excuses? Especially ones involving elderly parents and work? Have I told you how classy it is for you to invite me to hit you up if I get bored at ***-***-**** without your knowing or asking for my name? I suppose I could call myself “you…