If You Want Proof That I Still Can’t – Shouldn’t Ever – Talk To Women In Clubs …
Consider the hellish Voodoo spell cast upon me the Friday before last.
It happened just as All My Charming Idiosyncrasies stopped being Charming …
Which left my Idiosyncrasies alone, afraid and vulnerable to the bullying of Deep Regret. Continue reading “Girls Night Out (Act One)”
The Guys Need Help … Tout de Suite …
This mess has gone beyond My Humble, Always Jaded Opinion … from Bad Sci-Fi to The Un-See-Able Mortification of Vanity.
An intervention of Armageddon proportion is needed to Save The Males from Themselves, because the Ragazzi are not going to do it alone.
… I Promise To Help Where I Can, But Please Keep In Mind I May Be Part Of The Problem. Continue reading “We Should Talk”
We’re At An Irreconcilable Impasse …
Mirrors and me.
We disagree on everything.
From Daily Grooming to What Looks Best and What Doesn’t …
“Does My Head Look Bigger Than My Butt In These Jeans?”
