(Hand coyly over mouth) In which that literary sport of politicians, sexting, makes an appearance in my box, and in my repertoire.
Dave: When are you gonna come belly dance for me? 601 more words
In which I fall deeply in like with a new conquest.
By this time, on Internet dating sites I’d learned a thing or two about West African scammers and could spot them a mile away; I was no longer in danger of being taken in by them. 329 more words
In which I field a field of mostly unsuitable suitors, yet manage to meet a keeper–literally.
Though most of those who messaged me were unhittable, I’d been busy collecting a group of internet candidates to meet in person on my return home in a couple weeks. 254 more words
In which I become acquainted with the In Yo Face school of male courtship.
While recuperating from the lower facelift surgery, I immersed myself wholly in the pursuit of a virtual male, amassing quite a bit of experience with the intricacies of online dating. 340 more words