Wine and Sex
As mentioned before in these pages, I spend an abnormal amount of time in the wine aisle at my local Safeway supermarket. This is probably a good indication that I’m not only a functioning alcoholic, but a cheap functioning alcoholic. Personally, I like to spin… Read More »“What Wine Pairs With A Lousy Boyfriend?”
A result of this feminist opportunity isn’t so much role reversal as it is role inclusion: women get to experience things that were once reserved exclusively for men. Awesome things, like working 14 hours a day in a cubicle, being responsible for the livelihoods of 800 people and having a DefCon 5 Midlife Crisis.
Love is lightning that explodes with thunder without counting Mississippis. Love is chemistry and mayhem. Love is unlimited free pizza delivery by unicorn. But love is also 14 hour workdays without end. Love is changing the diaper at 4 AM when you did it at 2 AM and 12 AM
You’re probably asking, “why would anyone who’s not twenty-four want to date a twenty-four-year old?” The short answer is simple: Because I’m a guy. The long answer requires you to understand the thought process of the male gender of the species.
Yes, this is actually a wine review, because it took me an entire bottle of the below-mentioned liquid courage to muster up the cajones to create my first Tinder account. It was my chronically-single friend from LA that first convinced me to check it out. “Dude,” he implored with that tone that only attorneys seem to have, “you have to try this. It’s Hook Up City.”