Lingerie

T and I skip the Valentine’s party, and find our own entertainment.

Craigslist ads, dubious correspondents, and the question of what turns me on about a story that may well be entirely fictional.

A tour of the rub-and-tug establishments of my past, from the grim to the almost classy.

Intelligence, confidence, complete submission, grammar, yoga pants, and a very long list of other things.

A evening out, planned in detail — for someone I won’t be joining.

A cold ruins a perfectly good evening with S and the Dude.

Strip blackjack in an hourly hotel. The house always wins.