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…
Unfortunately, apartment hunting has taken precedence over adorable stalking for the time being. Instead of scanning the room for attractive, single, manly men in SF, I’ve been scoping out rooms in search of hardwood floors, bay windows and modern appliances and all within my budget. And it turns out both are pretty rare finds. The [...] Read More…
Trouble is good. He knows exactly what to say and just what to do to make you smile every time. He is aggressive. He is sweet. He is promisingly vague and a master of disappearing. And perhaps more importantly, reappearing. And Trouble knows you know all this. So you both hold your cards close, ask [...] Read More…
Trouble came to San Francisco for the long weekend to visit his parents and scout apartments for his pending move back to the city next month. I wish I could say my advanced stalking skills uncovered this information, but in truth, I know because he called me twice while in town. The first call came [...] 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…