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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March 11, 2010
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Alcohol, Dating, Men, Addiction, Health, Movies, Holiday
I’m jumping the gun on this topic, as I’d hoped to time it with St. Patrick’s Day, but as most of you will probably be inebriated, not reading, I'm going to say my piece now while you’re sober.
The same night that Slump Buster and I
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February 15, 2010
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The Mexican, Insatiable, Virginity, Slump Buster, Valentine's Day, Holiday, Technology, Facebook, Travel, Diesel Jeans DJ, Mom, Tito, Recipe, Spaghetti, Pasta, Anchovies, Tomatoes, Capers, Olives, Italian
Valentine's Day, in Man Eater’s world, is usually a non-event. I’ve only had one memorable V-day in my whole life! I was 16 and on my second date with The Mexican. He gave me a kiss; I gave him a card.
Wait! Details are important here. He gave me a HERSHEY’S
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February 11, 2010
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Slump Buster, Dating, Facebook, Technology, Puck, Books, TV, Sports, Recipe, Cereal, Rice Krispies, Heart, Marshmallows, Frosting, Valentine's Day, Holiday
Man Eater is an over-achiever. Leave it to me to hit two milestones in one date.
Sunday night was my first fight with Slump Buster. It started off as you might expect: with silence. Despite my optimistic attitude on Sunday morning, as the day slogged along, sans confirmation from Slump Buster about our date
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February 5, 2010
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Valentine's Day, Holiday, Slump Buster, Fire Writer, Adultery, Books, Recipe, Snack, Popcorn, Red Hots, Cinnamon, Candy, Spicy
Valentine’s Day is coming. Slump Buster is going away. Man Eater is…cooking up trouble?
Let’s cut to the chase: Fire Writer is back in rotation. (Have I said “They always come back”? Because they DO!) Nothing’s happened…but the opportunity may soon present itself. Based on the ironic timing these
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January 3, 2010
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My Little Indian, Holiday, TV, Television, Movies, Anthony Bourdain, Sex Acts, Oral Sex, Condoms, Most Popular Posts
Tic-toc, the pants are gonna drop. Soon. (Can I get an AMEN?) In preparation, I returned to my journals for a quick review in how-not-to-hook-up.
On New Year’s Day, 2009, My Little Indian offered to make me dinner for our third date. As he embarked on meal prep, I stood in the doorway of
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January 1, 2010
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Holiday, Irish Eyes, Dating, Men, Insatiable, Restaurants, Recipe, Eggnog, Pancakes, Breakfast, Eggnog Pancakes, Healthy
I am now convinced the granting of my Christmas wishes was not ignored, but simply delayed. Over the last few days, I’ve received more date invites than I did in all of 2009! I owe Santa some seriously delicious cookies.
And to my readers, I owe you this previously deleted post:
Irish Eyes was
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December 24, 2009
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Dating, Holiday, Christmas, Santa, Recipe, Cranberries, Pecans, Pie Crust, Pastry, Dessert, Tart
Dear Santa: Man Eater deserves something special this Christmas. I have been a good girl. I kept my pants on. ALL YEAR LONG. A major achievement, considering there were several occasions when I was tempted to numb out with sex, but didn't. (Interesting that I would use an activity as tactile as fucking to
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December 19, 2009
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Travel, Montreal, Quebec, Canada, Love, Puck, Starbucks, Friends, Hockey, Running, Holiday
**The last entry from a week-long post on Man Eater’s Montreal trip**
DAY FOUR
I tossed and turned all night. Around 5 a.m., I put a guided meditation on my headphones to induce sleepiness; instead, the CD prompts me to envision someone I need to let go of and to say goodbye. I
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November 26, 2009
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Mom, Eating, Puck, Music, Holiday, Spirituality, Writing, Man Eater, Body, Weight Lifting, Love, Dating
“What looks good?” Mom asked, perusing the menu at the Dakota Jazz Club the other night.
I glanced at the table to my right, where a man was being served a plate of mussels.
“Have you ever had mussels?” I asked.
Mom shook her head. I watched as our neighbor delicately removed a mussel
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September 22, 2009
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Dad, Holiday, Puck, Cake, Recipe
I forget my Dad’s birthday. Every year. It’s become an inside joke amongst my family because no one (not even my mom, who was married to my dad for 13 years) can remember which day in September it falls on.
One year, fed up with my own forgetfulness, I made sure to mark
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September 13, 2009
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Puck, Holiday, Man Eater, Insatiable, Music, Recipe, Cookies
Forget making whoopie. Just Puck Me.
I'm talking pies, people. And these ones were created for a certain Virgo turning 30-something today.
Puck Me pies are a pair of strawberry marshmallows melted between two giant sugar cookies and dunked in melted German chocolate. It doesn’t get more indulgent than that.
The name comes
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July 4, 2009
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Holiday, Poetry, Men
It's a holiday, which means it's a good time for bad poetry (hey--at least this one is short!). I was going to dedicate this to the man that inspired it, but when I jotted down his initials, I realized that if you say them out loud, they sound like "Empty." Very fitting, considering our
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July 3, 2009
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Men, Fuck Buddy, Eating, Holiday, Books
The latest book I’m reading is “Desire” by Susan Cheever. It’s an analysis of how addictions develop and when normal urges, specifically for sex, spiral into uncontrollable obsessions.
So, I’ve been contemplating whether I am addict—and if so, what it is I’m addicted TO. I’ve always wondered if
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June 14, 2009
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Puck, Holiday, Music
I’m mired in the birthday blues. The big day is still 48 hours away, so tonight I’m throwing myself a pity party.
I can’t stop thinking about how amazing I felt two years ago at this very moment as Puck whisked me back to his apartment on his Ducati at the end
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May 30, 2009
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Men, Puck, Energy Worker, Holiday
“What do you want for your birthday, Mommy?” my six-year-old recently asked me.
My b-day is still over two weeks away, but in the Rivera household, we like to plan ahead. This year, however, I’m not excited about the prospect of my celebration. If my birthday doesn’t involve Puck appearing on my doorstep
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