Dating

In which I fingered a visiting dignitary in a bar.

Sometimes, someone just repels me.

I had a great date, and then, I found myself confronting how much I fucking hate rejection and abandoment. Even as it’s not clear that either is happening.

In which the highlight of my evening is scoring an umbrella.

Being a sex blogger can be hard, but it’s rewarding, in often surprising and complicated ways.

Am I who I say I am? How could you possibly be sure?

Why does her lipstick match the soles of her shoes?

I got my cock sucked, and a woman I’d never met was unhappy about it.

Why does marital status matter for casual sex? I don’t know, but for some, it DOES. I was so hopeful about this Brazilian beauty….

It was a Tinder date. I wasn’t especially optimistic, and, it turns out, I had good reason not to be especially optimistic. I really should trust my gut.