I like to ask people why they decided to reach out to me. Maybe something about my ad piqued your interest, maybe you just love my Twitter, maybe my SEO efforts are finally yielding fruit. I’m not fishing for compliments…don’t get me wrong, I’m not gonna turn down a compliment. I’m a Leo after all. (August 5. Mark your calendars.)

I grew up hearing that too. Sex should be special. But how exactly does that work? If you’re waiting until marriage and sex with them isn’t “special,” did you totally fuck everything up?

If there’s one thing that the past year of pandemic and quarantine has taught me it’s that loneliness is a hell of a drug. I believe that loneliness is more complex than our brains can process it in its entirety.

Three different blog post ideas had been circling my brain for the past couple of months. None of them had coalesced into anything, but this morning I had a thought while I was making my coffee – they’re all the same thing. I’ll explain.

I feel like I used to fight time. That sounds kind of silly, but I believe we all have. We want time to be linear, to be structured, to be logical, to be what we want. But look at your life. You don’t plan for some of the best stuff that’s happened just like you can’t plan for misfortune.

Contrary to what some people tell you, you can’t just change your attitude and be peaceful all the time. I like to think of peace like a flower or a plant. If you want certain results: flowers to bloom, new leaves to unfurl – you cultivate an environment where it can flourish. Copious amounts of patience and tending are required.

Hostesses have to do this incredible Calculus that I cannot describe where you are having to estimate how long it will take someone to eat dinner. Factors that come into play –

Something you’ll learn pretty quickly if you go out to a restaurant with me, more so somewhere where we will be ordering multiple courses, I love to share. I’m big into sharing. It’s actually…the only option with me.

It feels like we’ve been emailing back and forth for years now. It’s only been two weeks - maybe twelve emails cumulative - but it might as well be years. Is there anything less romantic, less erotic, less arousing than an email? It doesn’t matter how much pornography is in the email, an email is an email and they are - by nature - flaccid.