It’s hard to date a blogger.
ESPECIALLY one as transparent as I am.
EVERYTHING goes on the internet:
- That time I peed my pants in Tahoe
- The guy who was BEYOND LOUSY in bed
- All my laments over my chemically-induced social awkwardness
You will usually find me blogging about whatever is on my mind from the men who capture my fancy, like The Swede; to past lovers who I remember fondly, like Jay and Charlie The Aussie; to men I fantasize about but can never have, like Alexander Skarsgård and Joe Manganiello.
I’d like to think I’m more of a lover than a hater. Unfortunately, the hate tends to be funnier than the love, like when The Hunk had an epic skill/equipment failure in bed with me.
I’ve been advised that the reason I’m single is because of this blog.
That might be true but I can’t help but…
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