This Could be a Problem

Okay…so I may have a little problem with one of the “women in my life”… Joyce is buying me stuff. (In case you missed who Joyce was, she's the older woman who hit on me in the store and who made a fortune selling her bitcoins at exactly the right time.) It started out around … Continue reading This Could be a Problem →

Back to Joyce

So I reckon y’all may be wondering about Joyce, since a couple months have gone by since I first met her. I guess y’all may also be wondering about Monica. No, we didn’t break up after she was a total bitch to me on Valentine’s Day. I’m still seeing her. Usually around once a week. … Continue reading Back to Joyce →

Dinner with Joyce (Why not?)

I've told y'all about how I met Joyce in the store, and about how she asked for my number in the most awkward way I've ever been asked for it. She called a few days later. And straight out asked me out to dinner. I thought "why not?", and said "I'd like to". We agreed … Continue reading Dinner with Joyce (Why not?) →

Joyce

As Monica has no time for social media other than her own, and she doesn’t even know that I’ve started this blog, I reckon I’m pretty safe writing about things you ordinarily wouldn’t want your girlfriend to know about. Like Joyce. It’s just a fact of life that I get hit on a lot at … Continue reading Joyce →

The Valentine’s Day Massacre Part 5 (and last)

After getting me in his truck and not telling me where we were going Keaton pulled the truck into a parking lot in a deserted-looking part of Arcadia. I knew the place. I'd been to it before. K*******s. It's a topless sports bar. That's a polite way of saying it's a strip club with a … Continue reading The Valentine’s Day Massacre Part 5 (and last) →

The Valentine’s Day Massacre Part 4

Monica ended our Valentine's Day date by telling me she had to be at work early the next morning. The evening had been a disaster, so I was expecting it. Still, that was the most money I'd ever spent on a girl just to get blown off. I got back in the car and drove … Continue reading The Valentine’s Day Massacre Part 4 →

The Valentine’s Day Massacre Part 2

More of the story of my miserable Valentine's Day this year, after I'd gotten to Monica's apartment and things started going wronger than a monkey driving a lawn mower. Monica went back to finish dressing even before I could hand her the flowers and candy. When she was finally ready (and I was starting to … Continue reading The Valentine’s Day Massacre Part 2 →

The Valentine’s Day Massacre Part 3

I promised that the evening would get even worse. Here's how it did. We finally got a table, and at least Monica didn’t get pissed off about where it was. She’s done that. I don’t know who she tries to impress, but having to change tables makes me want to crawl under one. It’s a … Continue reading The Valentine’s Day Massacre Part 3 →