SEX in Seattle?

Description An Ode to Emily
More Than Meets The Eyes
Should I Tell Her How I Feel?
The Play Date
Dogs, Cats, and the Art of Dating: Lessons from the Cab Ride
The Colorado Connection That Could Never Be
When Love Feels Like a DIY Project: The Fixer-Upper Dilemma
Why Men Marry Some Women and Not Others
Should You Settle?
Is There Hope For The Gender Gap?
Cheating is a Cop Out
The Dance of Second Chances

It’s URGENT.

“Hey,” he’s playing it smooth. I almost buy it. “It’s me. Call me.”

Only two face-to-face meetings with what was supposed to be a textbook one-night-stand and he’s already thrusting himself into the familiar. Thank GOD it went straight to voice-mail.

… one hippopotamus… two hippopotamus… three hippopotamus… BINGO!

Text #1: HOW DOES SEATTLE SOUND?

… one Mississippi… two Mississippi…

Text #2: FREE TICKET + FREE HOTEL = NICE LITTLE WEEKEND.

… holy… shit…

Text #3: NEXT WEEKEND?

It’s plausible, but is it palpable? Two meetings. One hook up. Mr. Write chides me hourly about my “no strings attached” mantra.

“Everything’s got strings attached somehow,” he grimaces. “It’s just a matter of what kinds of strings are attached and who they’re attached to.”
Début de l'événement 08.01.2022
Fin de l'événement 08.01.2022