Category: the other pillow
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hey! i wasn't crazy with this idea! seems someone has compiled a list of the Best Places for Dating.
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wine + sappy movie + ex-boyfriend's email address= big touble. oh boy. this is a frightening age. i always thought the cliches were just that , cliches—but you just wait unitl you wake up in the middle of the night–"what's that noise?" tick tock tick tock. oh, F*&% that's my biological clock. shut it off!…
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now i've got Chicago in mind again ….California, Savannah, Chicago??….there are too many choices and no sure fire way to find out which place is right for me. is rating the replies to singles postings a fair way to judge a city? it's making for some interesting data: SAVANNAH: these men, no surprise, are either…
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there's this guy who walks down our street and up through 'dog poop lane' nearly everyday on his way to and from the port—seems it's his favorite shortcut. i've seen him hundreds of times, heard him greet someone in english once–i think he may even be american. but he's been here long enough to adopt…
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had my first outing last night as a result of last week's speed dating experience. had a very good time! turns out the fellow's roommate is a gal i'd met when i first arrived and she had a friend in town so we all four went out for drinks and dinner in Antibes. the gal's…
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the one good thing about having a cold—i went to the singles night (speed dating in English) tonight–and was so stuffed up and high on cold pills that i had no time or consideration to be nervous–and had a seriously good time. and The Sweater didn't let me down–'old reliable'..of course, in my state, i…
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i just got a home made birthday card from The Custard. and a birthday email from The Old Man. and a birthday/Christmas package from The RyDog. i've heard of it, it's sometimes in the movies, i've been told it happens; that the (hetersexual) men in your life do occasionally remember these things, but i don't…
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step one of year 31: Get Out There action taken: am signed up for local English-speaking singles night this upcoming Wednesday. (hopefully, it will not result in a repeat of last year's disaster date!: "Um, you've got a sandwich crumb in your beard there." "Oh, I'll get it later." Later?!?!….) preparations: must launder The Sweater…
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going through the pics from my trip to Savannah, i've realized that The Custard hasn't really changed a bit in three years, aside from the occassional facial hair experiment and the recent bleach blonde madness. take a look. cooking up some goodness: that is the exact SAME rooster t-shirt, still extra-extra large. i call it…
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Miss Liz and i are heading out on the town tonight in Cannes..and mom's piece of advice? "Don't wear underwear!". um, right-o. but what if in your heart, your knickers are in California anyway? sigh.
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