Trouble and I met two years ago. We have gone on date dates but never dated. He holds the door. He (attempts to) cook me dinner. I wear dresses and heels. But we do not make out. You see, Trouble is a player. Which is why I will not date him. And Trouble likes that. [...] Read More…
I live exactly one block from The Bold One. He knows this. I know this. He knows I know this. So it was only a matter of time before we ran into each other. I was carrying a sandwich to the laundromat. He was taking out the recycling with his roommate. We both did a [...] 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…
A possible Architect or Architect look-alike was spotted entering a nearby cafe. Because my encounters with the disappearing-reappearing Architect are few and far between, I decided to investigate further. Was it him? Was it someone new? Was it a crazy hack who looked slightly cute from afar? I had to know. The pursuit went like [...] Read More…