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?
After two years, 659 broken strings, 522 beers, 120 crushing defeats, 121 amazing comebacks, 7 gin and tonics and 5 broken hearts, the new Flat Jackson album, Pretty Up the Truth, is finally out in the wild
To make a broad, sweeping, sexist generalization (which is totally a smart thing to do in our current #MeToo environment), Primitivo has been a consistent favorite among many of the women with whom I’ve done blind tastings. Similarly, my Nissan Versa Note has been a massive turn-on to most of the blind women I’ve dated.
This is the sort of behavior that lands you in Group, as in a Group that starts each session with “My name is John T. and I nearly went emo AF on Facebook with a 1970’s lyric.”
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.
Why did I stop? Was it an emotional evolution into Enlightened Malehood? My gradual, social progress into becoming Sensitive Man Bun Guy? No, not at all. I’ve tried to get my hair to do that and it won’t.