June 30, 2010
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Starving Artist Series, Rockstar Guest Chefs, Music, Music Video, YouTube, The Current, Radio, Concerts, Casey Call, Pictures of Then, And The Wicked Sea, Apple, Technology, Facebook, MGMT, Whole Foods, Interviews, Sauce, Minneapolis, Indie Rock, Recipe, Eggs, Marshmallows, Avocado, Cheese, Provolone, Jalapenos, Mexican Food, Salsa, Breakfast, Brunch, Whole Foods, Organic
OMG. There’s a rockstar on my doorstep…with an overnight bag…and he’s here to do something that Man Eater has never experienced before. (Insert imaginary orgasm here.)
How did I get so gosh darn lucky?
Diesel Jeans DJ had something to
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May 13, 2010
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Music, Musicians, Concerts, Playboy, S.O., Dating, Adultery, Cheating, Booty Call, Boots, Fuck Buddies, Facebook, Music Mensch, Health, Body, Feet, Recovery, Doctors, Dr. Hottie, Puck, Magazines, Twin Cities, First Avenue, Recipe, Muffins, Mini Muffins, Lemon, Poppyseed, Lemon Poppyseed Mini Muffins, Sour Grapes, Breafast, Brunch, Exercise, YMCA, Gym, Convict Cutie
My ass is sore. I think Playboy is to blame...though not for the reason you’d suspect.
I wasn’t going to tell you about this, readers, because I was ashamed, but what the hell. I really have nothing to lose now.
A while back, I purchased a ticket to yet another one
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May 8, 2010
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Music, Al Kooper, Bob Dylan, Song Writing, Guitars, Musicians, Minneapolis, Twin Cities, Minnesota Nice, Playboy, S.O., Adultery, Dating, Open Relationships, Threesomes, Slump Buster, Irish Eyes, Dr. Depp, Music Mensch, Lil' Bro, Diesel Jeans DJ, Jeans, Fashion, Writing, Blogging, Technology, Facebook, Texting, Enemies, Haters, Violence, Apologies, Seafood, Restaurants, Marie Antoinette, Brioche, France, French, Recipe, Bread, Cake, Coconut, Almond Paste, Raspberries, Berries, Breakfast, Brunch, Dessert, Coconut Frosting, Off With Her Head Bread
Sometimes Man Eater goes looking for trouble. Sometimes trouble finds me. And sometimes, both happen simultaneously.
I’m sitting one table away from Diesel Jeans DJ, in direct sight of Playboy, and within striking distance of his S.O. How did this happen? In part by chance, in part by choice, and in part
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May 2, 2010
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Books, Book Review, Anthology, Sex Writers, Erotica, BDSM, Bondage, Spanking, Finger Fucking, Foreplay, Gag, Sex Acts, S & M, Please Sir, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Playboy, The Mexican, Married Man, Recipe, Bananas, Muffins, Banana Muffins, Raisin Bran, Bran Muffins, Cereal, Nuts, Almonds, Butterscotch, Breakfast, Brunch
Words make me wet.
Yes, sir, I’ve been using essays as my personal porn since I was around twelve years old, when I got my hands on an anthology of erotic lesbian writing. Having had little experience with flesh and blood boners, I didn’t notice the lack of cocks contained within the
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March 28, 2010
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Books, Marry Him, Lori Gottlieb, Dating, Marriage, Divorce, Breakups, Parenting, Alpha, Beta, Recipe, Coffee Cake, Berries, Dough, Bread, Nuts, Pecans, Streusel, Whipped Cream, Breakfast, Brunch
Reasons women cite for breaking up with men:
* He loved me too much
* He wasn’t romantic enough
* He was so boring, he thought I was funny all the time
* He was too optimistic
* He was too pessimistic
* He didn’t have hair
* He had hair, but the wrong color (most often cited: blonde
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March 16, 2010
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Alcohol, Whisky, Dating, Men, Puck, Jail Bird, EconMan, The Mexican, Addiction, Recovery, TV, Television, Holiday, St. Patrick's Day, Irish, Family, Recipe, Bread Pudding, Breakfast, Brunch, Make-Ahead, Apples, Raisins, Cinnamon, Challah, Bread
You asked for it. Okay, perhaps not you, personally, but one of my readers challenged me to dedicate a post to why, if I don’t drink, I date so many men who do.
At first, I thought my reader was way off base.
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January 29, 2010
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Slump Buster, Jail Bird, EconMan, Shrink, Puck, Music, Books, Advice, Recipe, Pancakes, Blueberries, Blackberries, Fruit, Breakfast, Brunch
Was I too harsh in my last post? Blame it on my writing style. Third person plural can sound accusatory, so today I will stick to “I” statements. This is what was really going on inside my pretty little head:
At about 24 hours post slump-bust, the insecurity set in. A doom-and-gloom thought train thundered
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January 12, 2010
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Foodie Dude, Writing, Restaurants, Brunch, Crepes, Cheese, French, Insatiable
(Continued from yesterday's post)
Just before my conversation with Foodie Dude turned sour, the Pippi Longstocking waitress presented our plates.
I looked down at my breakfast and scowled. “Quiche” was just a fancy word for egg pie! Alongside the spongy yellow triangle was a handful of mixed greens, though I couldn’t tell if
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October 1, 2009
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My Little Indian, Dad, Recipe, Bread, Cinnamon, Cinnamon Rolls, Cinnabon, Buns, Breakfast, Brunch
As I’ve mentioned one or two or a million times, it’s been a while since…um…my doughnut was stuffed (I just found that phrase on Urban Dictionary. Luv it!)
Not that I haven’t had opportunities to get laid. I still have my mojo. I’m just being more selective about
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