My Letter to Fear
Based on interviews with women, these essays about life (and all of its funny, sad and ridiculous aspects) were published in 2014.
Found It!
http://www.cnn.com/2007/WORLD/africa/02/01/guinea.marriage.ap/index.html I have found it. Click on that link, and you will see my new destination. I am packing as we speak. Then all I have to do is find a fish, or build a house. Then bam—married. Way easier than filling out the 27 page form. Way easier than actually trying to smile through
Anyone?
Anyone see American Idol tonight? Anyone else start crying uncontrollably? Just me? Damn. But seriously– the man who kept his “lady (of 20 years)love’s” spirits up through her cancer by getting a petition signed so he could audition on the show (I think he said he was 64). Yeah… some of you know who I’m
Get Me a Lawyer
We live in a litigious society. There is just no doubt. *A couple decide to have sex on the subway tracks in NYC. A train comes and they narrowly manage to survive by rolling into the gutter. They then promptly sued the NY transit for not warning them that they were in danger of an
Definition Please
I don’t know a single woman who dates in Los Angeles. Not one. It’s not that I don’t have single female friends. I do. But it is almost as though we’ve collectively put a moratorium on dating. No dating, no drama. It’s the club motto. I’m having t-shirts made. 😉 But it’s January. It’s a
Cranky Rant
So, my original plan involved me hitting the new year with a bang (no, not that kind of bang, heads out of the gutter ). I get very into the whole resolutions thing, and I really do try to hit the ground running in hyper-productive mode. Alas, I have been momentarily felled by a cold.
DiLA Blog FAQ
Because I’ve been fortunate to gain many new readers in the last few months, I thought I would repost and update this FAQ as sort of an introduction. Who am I? Read below to find out all you’ve ever wanted to know (or at least what I’m willing to tell you today) about me. *****
Seriously? Hands Up for a New Rule
In keeping with my new and improved dating outlook (ie wont complain about it constantly, but rather stick to only solid, bitter recriminations intermittently), I decided to put all suggestions into play for my return flight to Los Angeles. Not only did I put on the lipstick battle armor, but the mascara and concealer. Quite
The Man in 9D
The Man in 9D This blog is brought to you from high above the country somewhere. I’m headed east for the holidays, and I have hit upon another little discussed pick-up place: the cross country airplane ride. I don’t know why I wasn’t better prepared. I blame the new security restrictions. I was confused about
LA Hotspot
At this point, we all know where at least one of the nightlife hotspots is in Los Angeles. Anyone who reads TMZ.com knows that Hyde, Les Deux, Shag, Mood and the Boom Boom Room (ok, I made that last one up) are the places to be for all the action. If you want to rub
Wingman
I decided to look for a wingman (or a wingman trainer). Is it a wingman if your buddy is female? Wingwoman? Wingperson? Winged one? Grant it, with me it’s more like “wing-and-a-prayer”-man, but this could be important. Do you audition for these? Put up a notice on Craig’s list? Could I force one of my