Dating

I can predict the outcome of a date with near-perfect accuracy, which only raises the question of why I sometimes go on the ones I know will be bad.

The things I tend to do, and ask for, as I get to know a woman — and why they matter to me even if they’re not exactly new.

A promising OKCupid exchange gets right to the point.

Before the internet, there were personal ads — and a horny teenage SWNRJM, 17, spent hours poring over them, hunting for evidence that some woman, somewhere, might want him.

She used me to come, and then she vanished. I knew she would — there were tells — but I kept the screenshots anyway.

A reader asks how I do it. The answer, in part: it’s not nearly as effortless as it looks.

She flew too close to the sun — not me, but her own desire — and then she was gone.

She’s young, she’s pretty, she’s compliant but not perfectly so, and I need her mouth on my cock — but there are complications.

I’ve had a few bad dates. But then again, too few to mention.

The ethics of openness, secrecy, and desire — and the icky feeling when someone else gets what you can’t have, precisely because they’re willing to be dishonest about it.