Distant buddies

I keep promising Sofia something simple, and I keep failing to deliver. The why of it is more interesting than the failure itself.

A reader in her 40s asks whether I prefer younger women. The honest answer is complicated, and has to do with the difference between 2-D and 3-D.

Sofia lives thousands of miles away, sends me more than my imagination could conjure, and does whatever I ask, smiling. Here she is.

Sofia has been lurking in the background of this blog, and it turns out she’d rather not be.

Sofia describes, in her own words, how she went from blog reader to distant buddy — and what, exactly, she wanted from me all along.

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

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.

I’m REALLY good at compartmentalizing.

An apology that isn’t really an apology.

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