Love Bombers

They invite you to every activity on their agenda. They call between meetings, between phone calls, between breaths. Your name has become a fixture in their future plans, and the location of where they live may just depend on your own plans very soon. You met them a month ago. Maybe a week ago. Maybe

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A Tale of Two (Distant) Cities

  It’s probably every blogger’s dream when the reaction created from the last post creates such a stir you receive not only emails and private messages, but the phone rings – a lot. ‘WHO IS THIS GUY? HE SOUNDS LIKE JESUS!!’ Or words to that effect. More disturbingly Leo himself was texting, asking me whom

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A Date To Encounter

  It’s been a while since I went on a date, perhaps through choice, more like fear of losing my singledom (Why would she want to be single at 34??) I’ve been rather content to be single. Content because I’m not sure where I might even live by May – the sunny mountains of California?

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Vinyl Is Cheap When Scratched

When it comes to Mr. Relationship, (and I would like to speak on his behalf) he disdains repetition. Oh sure he loves the chant of the good things: romantic gestures, monogamy, an Audi R8 for a surprise gift, you know – elements that result in joy. But there are other things that just can’t be

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16 Going On 34

I’m sinking amid a giant chair and the bar of the Ace Hotel, Downtown Los Angeles. And I’ve not even touched the liquor. I’m just…relaxed. It’s November, 78 degrees outside, stomach is flat, skin is clear, still agile (in the sense I can still pick up a pencil if I’ve dropped it), my roots are

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Princess Fussy

Does he appreciate the 80s? Or at least the New Romantics? Does he know what the New Romantics is? Can he beat you at Trivial Pursuit? How tall is he? If he’s shorter – just tell people he’s more down to earth than you are. If he has a small man chip on his left

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Revelation on Fifth Avenue

    ‘Alright, out with it toots’. Gian taps the table over breakfast. ‘It’s a no,’ I respond, bursting into a hundred tears over my eggs. There’s an element of silence, an element of relief for him, an element of concern for my eggs. ‘I don’t know why’ I continue, ‘It was so close to

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