Distant buddies

Liza asked how my long-distance relationships evolve from tawdry to something more. The answer, it turns out, is slowly, unevenly, and with a certain melancholy.

Establishing trust with distant buddies, women I’ve never met and may never meet, can be a challenge.

I threw S under the bus, and she called me on it. Now I’m earning her trust back, one picture at a time.

A shamelessly inspired request, and a meditation on what makes a picture — or an orgasm — actually hot.

You asked what your pictures do to me. Here’s what they do to me.

A woman spreading her legs, clothed, is about the hottest thing I can imagine — and I found a new way to procrastinate.

An apology that isn’t really an apology.

I’m REALLY good at compartmentalizing.

She stood me up two nights in a row, and two nights in a row, I let her. This isn’t a complaint about her — it’s an observation about me.

She disappeared slowly, then all at once. I miss her.