When you are neurotic as hell, the trick is to appear casual. Pretend to be a person who doesn’t care. For example, I hate sharing food. It gives me hives. Everyone I’m close with knows this about me, but there are still times when I’ll be out and the server will say “family style”, and if you watch closely, it looks like a man just told me I’m gorgeous but he doesn’t pay for sex. It’s not a germ thing. It’s control. I want what I want and I’m too nice: a shit combo. Let’s sa

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I once had a very drunk, one-night stand in Chicago. I had been out drinking with Hattie, around midnight her cousin and his cutie-pie...

My friend Elizabeth decided sort of last minute to drive to LA, she got to my place around 4:30 p.m. I was showered and ready to go, we...

I wore my pink and black mini-skirt with the zippers and my black, high-heeled boots. We went to our favorite local dive, the Powerhouse, which we refer to as “the office”. At one point he was going down on me under the table in one of the booths, which are directly across from the long bar and also which everyone has to walk by. I was dying. Trying to drink and act as if. After five or so minutes, I tapped his back and said we should go to the smoking area out back. We were