In the spirit of all things Christmas-y, here's a story that will freeze your heart. From a Greenpoint blogger comes a tale of betrayal, that makes this the season to be furious. Read it and weep. Then go drink some alcohol.
Merry Christmas!!!
In the spirit of all things Christmas-y, here's a story that will freeze your heart. From a Greenpoint blogger comes a tale of betrayal, that makes this the season to be furious. Read it and weep. Then go drink some alcohol.
Merry Christmas!!!
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...yet never took this advice myself.
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The other day I received an email from someone I once dated, commenting on my musings here. The email was actually kind of sweet; he wanted me to know that he never thought of me as a doormat. That's nice. Thanks! Truth of the matter, though: I knew that. He was one of the men in my life who treated me nicely. Once in a while someone did come along who unabashedly adored me and still managed to get my attention. For good reasons I had to pass on this man, but now I can't tell you what those are because... Hello!... he reads this blog. The big issue at hand: when you write a blog, do you edit yourself, consciously or not, because people whom you know (and perhaps slept with) might stop by for a read? When I began this site, no one knew about it and no one read it. Since then, I have come out to my friends and now it's all not so anonymous anymore. So I feel self-conscious writing about, you know, the size of a guy's pecker. Unless, of course, it was enormous and they'll take it as a HUGE compliment. Get it? Huge. Haha. What? No, I don't mean YOU! I'm being hypothetical here. Seriously though, I was reminded by my ex how easy it is to overshare and sometimes results can be a bit embarrassing. Or hurtful.
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Some years back, I went on a date with a well-known politico/TV personality. I met him on the job. I was working in TV then and we both attended the same political function. Exchanging phone numbers led to phone calls and witty email exchanges, swooned over by my office colleagues, who wet their panties with every "ping" coming from my mailbox. "Is it from him?" they'd call out. I tend to overshare, I know. It gets worse.
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After only writing down daily laments for a while now, I should really get back to disclosing some of the finer moments of my love life's checkered past. As luck would have it, I just remembered an episode the other day, which even I couldn't believe actually happened. It seems so random and crazy now, when viewed with the accumulated wisdom of 20 years of hindsight.
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Today I rummaged through old photos. I came across one that made me gasp. It's a picture of me, age 10, next to... let's just say a then very famous and very cheesy crooner. Can I say who it is? What if his peeps read this and they sue me? Well, they can go ahead, my mom will vouch for me. She's actually not shy about this story anymore. So, you want to know who it is? Hm. For now, let's just call him E.
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Good morning, world! I wrote yesterday's post late in the day. By this morning, my miniscule audience had doubled. You might say two times zero is still zero, yes. Haha. But even though I can't divulge how many readers I have (lest you feel bad for reading this blog at all), I can tell you the stats increased two-fold overnight. Does that mean politics outshine sex? Naw, it just means my recent posts prior to last night were lacking in juiciness. And I think it means we're all obsessed about this election to the point where it hurts. One more day, baby! (Or shall I says "babies", since you are, I promise, more than one reader?) What a ride it has been. Finally, we can get back to what really matters on Wednesday, so let me start you out with something not involving Barack Obama or John McCain.
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