In retrospect, I wasted a shocking number of hours in my early 20s trolling for ass on websites like MySpace and the now-defunct Dilly. I was an expert at being able to look at a woman’s profile and, within five seconds, deduce if she was a respectable girl, a raging […]
(Note: Part 1 of this series is located here.) The Baltiwhore The next episode in the “Meeting Women Online Used to Be Suicide” saga takes place in Baltimore, which is why I went with a picture of Omar Little of The Wire fame. (The only thing that’d better represent Baltimore […]
It took a while, but, like Facebook and MySpace before it, Twitter has devoured my life. I bitch about how my favorite new toy was down for most of the day and, within five minutes, I was picking at invisible bugs under my skin and offering to suck the Internet’s […]
There isn’t much I ask to be given credit for in this world, but any time anyone logs on to Match.com or picks up a friend of a friend on Facebook, they should bow down and kiss my feet like I’m Christ on the cross. All of their online romantic […]
“So, how do I look?” “Well,” she paused, taking stock of the man standing before her, “you look chubby.” And, with those encouraging words, I was off to my 10-year reunion. The venue for the 10-year Chantilly High School Class of 1999 was the Caribbean Breeze Restaurant in Arlington, VA. […]
My 10-year high school reunion will take place today, and I’ll more than likely be going. The reaction from most of my friends that didn’t attend high school with me is, “What the hell? Why?” which makes me think that either my life appears in such a shambles now that […]
