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The Butterfly Had to Die
November 11, 2010 – 9:35 am | Comments
The Butterfly Had to Die

She looked like chocolate tastes and stared like Whiskey feels. I could have stood there for hours. No conception of time, locked on her eyes, sparkling blue like jagged cut sapphires under a light. She asked, with her East European accent, “would you like to have a drink?”

Personal Advice on Proper Bedroom Etiquette
September 22, 2010 – 4:17 pm | Comments
Personal Advice on Proper Bedroom Etiquette

Keeping sanity sometimes means doing away with pesky gadgets.

Background Check.
July 10, 2010 – 1:12 am | Comments
Background Check.

If your boy-toy is up with the current times (or has a pulse) he should have a twitter account. Follow it immediately.

Relationship Limbo
June 26, 2010 – 12:58 am | Comments
Relationship Limbo

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Breaking up was easy to do.
I moved back to Alaska, they were in New Jersey.  The time zone alone made it nearly impossible for …

Learning to Love the Hook-Up
June 22, 2010 – 5:32 am | Comments
Learning to Love the Hook-Up

Imagine a man and a woman in their young twenties. They meet. There are sparks. They go out.

Being Single is My Job
June 9, 2010 – 2:41 pm | Comments
Being Single is My Job

Being single in the city is a job all its own.

To Drill or Not to Drill
May 20, 2010 – 8:42 pm | Comments
To Drill or Not to Drill

Can men and women ever just be friends? Is “No” the better answer?

Bros before Hos.
May 14, 2010 – 10:50 pm | Comments
Bros before Hos.

The saying ‘bros before hos’ has always irked me.  For me this calls to mind two douchey dudes fist pounding each other while a tramp slinks sadly away.  As my life experience ripens, however, I …