I knew this would happen. I was just getting over last month’s late night episode in which The Pianist and his buddies spent the duration of the 3am hour yelling obscenities at each other when he finally pushed me over the edge. Was it another spate of alcohol fueled arguments? Did he suddenly revert to [...] Read More…
I know what you’re thinking: she’s going to yell at me again for outing her to all of her targets. I won’t. Really. I’m not even mad anymore. But I have done a little housecleaning. After standing him up last week and again Tuesday, I can say things have cooled with The Runner Guy. [...] Read More…
I am only going to ask this once. Did someone tip off all of my targets? Seriously. Who directed them to the site? I can only assume there is a mole in the midst because I haven’t spotted any of my boyfriends in at least a week. This is upsetting and disturbing – especially [...] Read More…
There may be nothing better than coming home from grocery shopping, laden with bags and struggling with the front door, and finding The Pianist midsong. He sounds happy today. He sounds … like he’s not alone…Wait, The Pianist is in a band. And they are good! Oh the possibilities. But first, how to meet [...] Read More…
I just got home to find The Pianist playing. I think he is feeling sad today. I wish I was better at recognizing music. Because the song is intense and it is making me feel sad even though I am happy. He just stopped. I hope he is ok. Read More…
I have never actually seen The Pianist. I have only heard him play on occasion from my bedroom window. He lives next door. I think on the third floor. The only reason I actually know The Pianist is male is because he once paused midway through one of the most playful songs I have [...] Read More…