Wine lovers Are All Polyamorous
How can polyamory not be complicated? Just dealing with one person—one friend, one lover, one spouse—is so complicated that it takes twelve roses to find your perfect mate on The Bachelor. Twelve!
How can polyamory not be complicated? Just dealing with one person—one friend, one lover, one spouse—is so complicated that it takes twelve roses to find your perfect mate on The Bachelor. Twelve!
It wasn’t a hookup. We had been on three dates over the period of a month, and had reached that oh-so-intimate phase of texting each other during the day. When she asked if I wanted to have dinner at her place for our fourth date,… Read More »Unhappy Sex Face
What wine pairs with a lousy boyfriend? I get asked for a lot of pairing advice, which also means 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… Read More »What Wine Pairs With A Lousy Boyfriend?
I was sitting at the outside bar at Farmstead in St. Helena on a gorgeous summer afternoon, when my lunch date caught my wandering eye watching a woman pass by. “You are a flitterer,” she accused me. “You have a flittering eye.” I tried to… Read More »The Wandering Eye
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.
For many, Tinder has the same mystical enticement you feel standing in front of the buffet at the Golden Corral following a ten-day cleanse. It’s all you can eat, and it’s right there in front of you. How awesome is that?