March 26, 2010
Tags:
Puck, Dating, Breakups, Technology, Facebook, Movies, Moving, Tito, Dogs, Texting, Jail Bird
What’s the first thing you do when you return to single status? You Google The One That Got Away, of course. Unfortunately, Puck is virtually untraceable, save for a business address, a cycling race score, and an obituary (his father had the same name). Whoop-dee-fucking-doo. Cyberstalking excitement over.
…until I logged onto Facebook.
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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
Tags:
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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December 31, 2009
Tags:
Alcohol, Dating, Men, Jail Bird, Shrink, Irish Eyes, Recipe, Dessert, Cheesecake, Pecans, Nuts, Eggnog
Let’s talk liquor, shall we? ‘Tis the season to get plastered. Consider this my PSA. Dating under the influence is dicey.
The reason I don’t drink can be traced back to New Year’s Eve of my 14th year (also the night of my first French kiss). I was at a co-ed
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November 10, 2009
Tags:
Mom, Dad, Church, Spirituality, Music, Beer, Intoxicating Artist, Adultery, Jail Bird, Facebook, Recipe, Pumpkin Bread, Pumpkin, Bread
“Are you going to the Jubilee?” my mom asked recently at dinner.
“No,” I scoffed. (I don’t particularly enjoy spending Saturday night amongst a bunch of aging hippy Catholics.) “Are you?”
“The tickets were sold out, so I’m volunteering,” she said.
“Ugh,” I grunted. “Enjoy.”
I used to be an usher. And
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November 7, 2009
Tags:
Jail Bird, EconMan, Gorilla Guy, Insatiable, Body, Recovery, Doctor, Recipe, Ice Cream, Sundae, Caramel, Nuts
I once said that God must read my blog, judging from the amount of onscreen fantasy that has materialized in real life, albeit in often warped ways. Now I have reason to believe Mother Nature reads the Man Eater blog, too.
In yesterday's post, I described being overtaken by an odd "nesting" instinct. No,
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October 17, 2009
Tags:
Fire Writer, Puck, The Mexican, Professor Orange, Fuck Buddy, EconMan, Married Man, Coffee Shop Cutie, Jail Bird, Pumpkin Eater, Intoxicating Artist, Anchor Man, Insatiable
Made you read! Today was supposed to be the much-anticipated Fire Writer post, but as plans tend to do, it blew up in my face. (This is why I don’t make promises I can’t eat.)
It was an honest mistake. I wanted Fire Writer’s post to coincide with a certain event,
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