the artguy is a man i work with. we’ve been engaging in this incredibly fun e-mail dialog since about november. before that, he was just the enigmatic artguy who never spoke to anyone. i didn’t…
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Different Kinds of Alone
‘ve spent a good portion of my time over the past four weeks nursing a broken heart. It is not, however, my heart that is broken. I’m not sure that small fact makes the nursing…
Perceptions
Tonight I was sitting on the phone talking to the TTHM, who is going through a nasty bit of rough at the moment, when I started crying. Not giant, gulping tears, but the kind that…
Learning to Flirt
I’ve always been unsure of where I stand on the attractiveness scale. Being a 6’5″ fatgirl kind of keeps you guessing. This insecurity over my own attractiveness makes it really hard for me to flirt….