Dating

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.

Navigating the minefield of CraigsList couples, where clarifying your sexual preferences can earn you a lecture on hetero-normativity from a former burlesque dancer.

We don’t know what we want nearly as well as we think we do.

She picks up where I left off — with all the details I left out.

Ice, wax, and a splayed 20-something — and then a pause to reckon with everything that means.

V tells her side of the story, starting with bourbon, buttons, and a text at 10:01.