I haven’t posted anything of late because there isn’t anything to tell. I’m moping, miserable, and heartbroken, even if I was more delusional than anything to have thought that My Great Romance ended up being not much more than a notch on Behinder’s ever-widening belt. But as Goblin said to me the other day, Behinder [...]

More brilliance from Sexagenarian in the City: He told me last night that when he first met me I seemed ‘whacky, zany, and independent,’ but now I seemed ‘needy.’ I came right back with a denial of that word: I’m not needy, I said. I need an appropriate amount of love, and you’re withdrawing yours and [...]

I shared with Goblin earlier that I’d decided to devote today and tomorrow to feeling sorry for myself. To cry as much as I could and wallow in heartbreak the way only a 30-year-old woman can: by listening to Soft Cell’s Tainted Love, eating fat free chocolate pudding pops and laughing at how her methods [...]

I hate using the word heartbroken, because it reminds me of some sort of emo-filled teen angst song. But right now, that’s about how I feel. Behinder has finally come clean with me. He’s sorry for leading me on and acting seductively, he says because of his “emotional idiocy”, he didn’t think what it would do [...]

Lots to share in a short time frame. Let’s see how much I can cover! The Farmer decided that he had to tell me he was going on a non-date with a woman he’d made out with before last Saturday night. The non-date (his words) were to occur at a pool with her in her bikini, [...]

Behinder finally admitted to me yesterday that he’s been dating the woman I’ve dubbed the STD Nurse: the nurse-in-training he unceremoniously left me for, who in turn gave him a (luckily) innocuous STD. I started the conversation with eight points I wanted to make: I feel ashamed and foolish because of how you chose to [...]

Honestly. Sexagenarian and the City is incredible. A recent post, If he doesn’t love me that absolutely, or (okay, let’s be honest here) doesn’t show signs of being about to become the kind of person who wants to be the first in the emergency room with me when I’m full of tubes and needles, when [...]

An email received today: Is this the online version of drunk dialing?

I’ve realized the past few nights that I don’t really have much of a social life; most of my ’social’ time is spent chatting with potential dates and/or friends online. So when everyone - very suddenly! - becomes unavailable to chat, I get a bit antsy. Not that I don’t have a bajillion other things [...]

Better Than Sex Guy just couldn’t find me. After an hour of driving around, he gave up. Silly me, I should have remembered he was new to town. So, pre-date#1 is postponed.. until Sunday afternoon or Monday.