February 3, 2010
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Dating, Lil Bro, Pumpkin Eater, My Little Indian, Puck, Slump Buster, Restaurants, PDA, TV, Television, Movies, Recipe, Pizza, Potatoes, Fries, Sweet Potato Fries, Spicy, Chipotle Mayo
What defines a date? Seriously. I want to know. ‘Cause somewhere along the line, I got labeled as “Couch Potato Chick”. After the requisite coffee, lunch, and dinner outings, we arrive at date three, have sex, and suddenly my suitors relegate me to “let’s stay in” status.
…not that I mind necessarily. Home
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October 24, 2009
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Match, Men, Dating, eHarmony, Pumpkin Eater, Money
In an attempt to weed out the illiterate losers on Match, I added a new line to my profile last night: “If all you’re going to do is wink, don’t bother.”
Since then: six winks and counting.
I’m sorry, fellas, but what about “don’t bother” didn’t you understand?!
If
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October 17, 2009
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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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September 21, 2009
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Pumpkin Eater, Writing, Insatiable, Recipe, Eggs, Eggs Benedict, English Muffins, Breakfast
Several years ago, I was a non-degree seeking student in a prestigious MFA in Creative Writing program. Twenty-four hours before presenting my first polished piece to my classmates, I freaked. My peers were light years beyond me, literarily, and I desperately wanted desperately to impress them.
The menacing monster of self-doubt, Monkey Mind, started
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