Dating. On the internet. At this point, it’s not nearly the taboo it used to be, so one night about a month ago (after a few glasses of wine), I decided to give it a whirl. I signed up, made a profile, scoffed at the idea of actually paying money for it, and more or … More Ball Sacks and Dead Fish: Stories of Internet Dating
Heartbreaker: Novel Writer. Dear NaNoWriMo-ers: I cannot sing, but I do make up alternate song lyrics to ’80s music while stuck in traffic and record it when I get home. This is for you.