They walk with purpose. Toting coffee cups and courier bags slung across crisp button down shirts. They are athletes shrouded in three piece suits. DC boys pass wearing that “I’m about to do something very important” look on their faces. So what if they’re just going to order a sandwich? You know that whatever comes [...] Read More…
I first noticed The Biker Guy about six months ago. Actually, I noticed his pants. They seemed a little too flamboyant, his hair a little too disheveled, his courier bag a little too ironic. I thought he was trying a little too hard. It irked me that he was so attractive. Naturally, I started seeing [...] Read More…
The Eve of the New Year tends to be wrought with impossibly high expectations which is why I tend to keep things simple and cheery as I step out on this night. My fellow stalker and I took to the streets of San Francisco, remanicing on loves gone wrong and toasting to better futures over beer [...] Read More…
Although I’ve landed many-a-new target in Hayes Valley, I wouldn’t really qualify the quaint San Francisco neighborhood as “teeming with cute boys.” It just so happens I find myself there most often and sooner or later, statistically, I am bound to come across someone interesting. Today, my little path crossed with Mr. Mercury, fondly named [...] Read More…
For four hours I played wingwoman for my new roommate the other night. It began with an invitation to play darts with two gentlemen at our local pub. Now, I rarely back down from a challenge, especially one involving cute boys. So naturally, I accepted. My future teammate was cute, athletic, and Southern. I was [...] Read More…
I began noticing North Beach a few months ago when he appeared on my long and arduous trek to the Peninsula every morning. Actually, I first noticed his shoes. After my eyes drifted upwards in approval – nice … nice… nice … I followed those shoes off the bus and into the Caltrain depot. North [...] Read More…
Attractive people visit my neighborhood everyday. Unfortunately most of them never return. You see, I live near one of the most popular tourist attractions in all of San Francisco. Most come attached and most I pass without a second glance. Until today. I spotted Lombard Street and instantly recognized his blue eyes and chiseled jawline [...] Read More…
Being adorable has its downside. The adorable title often comes with charmingly awkward moments that are slightly unnerving, if not downright terrifying. And although I’d like to think that I know how to play it cool, I mostly fumble around anyone of interest. What can I say, I’m easily flustered. It’s probably fair to [...] Read More…
I first met Trouble on the steps of my church last spring. He was a ringer for JFK Jr. and just as charming. He introduced me to his mother before the service and got my number afterwards. Later we both confessed it was our first time back at church in years; he was just [...] Read More…
Everyone knows The Forbidden Guy. He’s someone you’re not supposed to like for multiple reasons. Perhaps he’s a friend’s boyfriend. Perhaps he’s your brother’s best friend. Perhaps he’s a co-worker, your boss, your best friend’s ex or simply and painfully taken. Whoever he is and however you know him, he is off limits and [...] Read More…