aw shucks |
I'm coming close to a day of reckoning in the ever-approaching mid-November. My obligations cease at that time, and the following options will then unfold:
BUM: This is the most likely. Live with m... Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
competition in the match game |
Dating is like playing Memory in the Olympics... something basic we take far too seriously. You remember Memory don't you-- that game you played in kindergarten where you flipped over the cards to fin... Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
I am. I'm not. I am. I'm not... |
Cold silences. Walking 5 feet in front of me in Central Park. My desperate attempts at getting "lost" in the Met, to no avail.
The trip was a nightmare until I began preparations to leave NYC a da... Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
spy mission |
Supposedly she has posted gory details about their escapades... and he makes a point to tell me this... and I remember that I, too, have a myspace account from long ago... so I log on... and it's easy... Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |