Meet the Historian
You already met her once, in Metrazur. But this is when I met her. Her OKCupid profile was tantalizing, marking[…]
Read moreCategory: Memory or fantasy?
Is there a difference?
Star-fucking
Her gig as my “secretary” continued for some time. I would instruct her intricately in terms of what to wear.[…]
Read moreContest over
L has officially thrown in the towel in our contest. On the plus side, she wrote an awesome story, weaving together[…]
Read morePorcelain doll in the window
“Humiliate me,” she pleaded. “Hurt me.” The first time we met, we had sushi. Her hair was bright red, falling[…]
Read more… that kiss we shared
“And then there’s the fact that I can still remember, in a way that’s unaccountably vivid, that kiss we shared.”[…]
Read moreMetrazur, RIP
It was a terrific restaurant in a spectacular location – New York’s Grand Central Terminal, on a terrace overlooking the[…]
Read moreHasidim at a swing party II
If you haven’t read Part 1 of this story, you probably should start here – then, come back. Jess[…]
Read moreHasidim at a swing party
Before T was ready to join me in my… adventures… we had a bit of a mismatch. I was hungry[…]
Read moreNooner (albeit at 3 pm)
I just wrote a long post describing my nooner with my wife, and shared it with her. “I like reading[…]
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