Dating

A new woman. Blonde, full-lipped, slender, smart, demanding. I have high hopes.

Designed by addiction researchers, populated by women whose clits throb at lunch — Tinder may be my dream app.

An exchange on OKCupid about dominance, submission, and feminism that I found… illuminating.

The ethics of fucking someone else’s partner aren’t mine to police. But the practical risks? Those I think about.

Sentences overheard (by too many) in a bar.

I was wrong about Ashley Madison.

I’ve discovered the simple pleasure of talking to women in bars — no agenda, no expectations, just conversation.

The exponential complexity of four-way attraction, and the useful sting of rejection.

I’ve never been one for the pick-up — but I’m learning that sitting at a bar and telling a stranger you’re a sex blogger makes for surprisingly easy conversation.

It took about twenty seconds to find out everything about Alison. I probably won’t use any of it.