Who Does That?

Sunday morning came way too quickly.  She did too, apparently.  So much so, that she actually woke up semi-refreshed.  I didn't bring up anything about what I overheard the night before.  I didn't want to give her the satisfaction.  I decided that I have to hold myself responsible: I'm that hot.  So who could blame…

Dear Cupid

Fuck you. How's that for a welcome back to the land of the Southern Strip?  Now that I've got your attention, have I got news for you!  Don't worry, I will pick up where I left off in Vegas, but I really have to share some recent events.  I have officially met Satan's disciple in…

Work Smarter, Not Harder

Picture it. Tampa, 2002. (Yes, I’m a Golden Girls fan!) Half-naked women everywhere. Hungry - bills to pay, mouths to feed, shoes to buy. Timing is everything. Him? No. He just got here. Let him marinate for a minute. If you're the first to go over, you're almost guaranteed a rejection. He wants to survey…