Author Archives: C

So long, farewell

Posted on December 3, 2011

I guess I never did a final post, huh? It felt presumptuous, believing that enough people read this to warrant a farewell. But now I’m drunk enough to believe I’m a demigod of blogging, and I owe you a histrionic … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | 6 Comments

even fuck buddies should mind their p’s and q’s

Posted on October 26, 2011

The only thing about a fuck buddy relationship that should be hard is the man’s dick. But no, of course, it has to be complicated. I was watching The Good Wife last night, and there was this great quote: “Complicated … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | 8 Comments

Scarlet letters

Posted on October 4, 2011

M, Remember the man that I told you about – the wildly inappropriate one, a bad choice? We’ve been talking, texting (sexting), seeing each other for a month or so. I slept with him Saturday night. Then, of course, fell … Continue reading →

Posted in best friend M, brutally honest, my flaws, Rejection, sex | 5 Comments

Katy Perry’s got nothing on my Friday nights

Posted on September 8, 2011

“Wanna go to a party Friday night?” Sigh. “I don’t know, it has been a nearly 60 hour week. Friday I work late, too.” “Meet me at 9:00. It’s all you can drink.” “Had me at all you can.” On … Continue reading →

Posted in friends, I lost my pants, just friends, my flaws, ridiculous stories, scandalous, sex | 9 Comments

No Duck Dumplings at Ping Pong Dim Sum

Posted on September 7, 2011

Finally, The Epilogue. Catch the whole story with Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6. Thanks for reading! It seems that in D.C., the better the sex I have, the less likely I am to see the man again. … Continue reading →

Posted in Bach, date picks, dinner dates, ending it template, h street, Not A Lucky Girl, Ping Pong Dim Sum, Queen Vic, Roommate E, sex, Shoes, The Real Mr. T | 3 Comments

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta go down on me…

Posted on August 31, 2011

Didn’t your mom ever tell you no dessert before dinner? Go back and eat your vegetables! My hands, they were tingling. Not like the tiny needles that shoot through them when they wake up from a good sleep, but tingling … Continue reading →

Posted in favorite bars, h street, Kissing, laws of attraction, oral sex, Red Palace, scandalous, sex, The Real Mr. T | 6 Comments

Sex over easy

Posted on August 30, 2011

Power and gender dynamics and societal norms and the intersection of feminism and sexuality and game and sluts and hos and players and pimps and assholes and rules and insecurities and body issues and confidence and masculinity and orgasms and … Continue reading →

Posted in sex | 2 Comments

An El Centro Date: You Had Me at Guacamole

Posted on August 24, 2011

Err, you came in at the middle of the story. This is awkward. Go back to the beginning here. He sat at the bar, his back to me, chatting easily with the bartender. I could feel his smile lighting the … Continue reading →

Posted in date picks, dinner dates, Kissing, laws of attraction, Lip Service, my flaws, The Real Mr. T | 5 Comments

to have sex or to date, that is the question

Posted on August 5, 2011

First there was a royal mix-up, then I had an blind impromptu date, then I invited my impromptu date to sleep over, but we didn’t have sex and then… oh wait, that’s where we are now! I fell back asleep, … Continue reading →

Posted in Bach, beer, Roommate E, sex, The Real Mr. T | 9 Comments

Lesson: The Right Men Respect the Rules

Posted on July 26, 2011

Don’t spoil dinner with dessert first. Catch up with Part 1 and Part 2… “I had fun not having sex with you,” The Real T leaned over and kissed me. “Good morning.” My lips barely touched his before I pulled … Continue reading →

Posted in active dates, favorite bars, first date, I lost my pants, Kissing, lessons, Little Miss Whiskey's, The Real Mr. T | 6 Comments