An Introduction
I have been a single fish in the big blue sea for just over five years now. I’ve tried meeting men in bars, at singles mingles, dance classes, and have even created online dating profiles with two different sites. Through all of these endeavors I have acquired several interactions with men who, unfortunately, fell short of what I am looking for. These stories can not be kept to oneself and thus have been told and retold to all of my friends and every new friend that joins our circle. My friends have been telling me for awhile now that I need to write a book or document these stories in some way so that they can be shared with others and so that we can all return to them whenever we are in need of a good laugh.
Some of these tales are old, some are from yesterday, some are long, some are short, and some aren’t about men in particular but are conversations between the ladies! I’ll write them all as they come to me…
September 29, 2011
Profile Photos
In the bathroom mirror
Sitting in the driver's seat of what I assume to be their car
I conducted a random search of 25 men and found that 36% had pictures of them sitting in their car and 56% had pictures of them in the bathroom. My advice to male readers (if there are any):
1. Wash the mirror in your bathroom before taking the picture
2. Hang a towel or pretty shower curtain a plain white bathroom wall with an empty towel hanger is depressing, sterile, and a bit creepy
3. Although I did appreciate the men who were being safe and wearing their seatbelt in the car it does make me a little nervous, were you driving while taking this picture?
4. Lastly... Find a friend and have them take a picture of you. I think pictures "in the moment" are more realistic and interesting
But who am I to judge, I am sure that several of the 56% of men that stand in the bathroom with their shirts off making kissy face to the mirror will find a woman to love them, it just probably won't be me. (It all depends on just how sexy the kissy face was.)
September 18, 2011
Subject: WOW!





Can we meet so we can begin our honey moon sooner than later?
Running, biking, swimming, cooking, microbrews, and dancing like no one's watching are all fun!
Wanna meet up for coffee and determine if we should have another date?
Mike
p/s- I appreciate your honesty
I did not include the photographs that he attached to this message which were front and back views of himself in tighty whities through the bathroom mirror. I think he said it first WOW!?
The Airing of Grievances
After a date, I think we had gone to dinner, we went back to my mom's house, where I was living that summer. My mom was also on a date and I didn't know when she'd get home so I asked Harry to stay with me till she got back. That day it was really hot and upon entering the house Harry decided he needed to take off his shirt and whine about how hot he was. This I found incredibly odd as he grew up in Nevada. To make him feel better I turned on the oscillating tower fan that was a few feet away from the front door by the TV which blew directly toward the couch. However, this was not enough of a cooling relief for Harry. He felt that he was so hot he needed to strip to his boxers and continue to whine. I asked him to please put back on his clothes because I didn't know when my mom would be home. Harry replied with "Like your mom has never seen a boy in boxers before." As I was coming up with my next argument to try and convince him to put his pants back on, he walked toward the fan pulled down his boxers and began to wave his penis in front of it. After taking a few seconds to get over the shock of finding a 6 year old boy in front of me I reminded him that my mom was on a date and that he may walk her to the door or come inside. Fortunately for my mother, her date, and myself his response was "Yeah that might be weird," and proceeded to put back on his pants.
Although Harry continued to be sensitive to the heat for the majority of the summer, that was the only time I caught him 'airing himself' in front of the fan.
September 5, 2011
Someone chose you!
September 2, 2011
A lesson on spooning!
However I was wrong... Two weeks later I got a late night phone call from a drunk Chris, lets call him, and the conversation went approximately as follows: