Confessions Of A Lapsed Metrosexual (1.0)

“I BAKED MY FIRST QUICHE”

When I Was 17 Years-Old … For A Pretty Girl I’d Dated Briefly In High School … 

Which should’ve been a clue to The Universe that I was a Different Cat, Dancing To My Own Beat and Some Girls Just Don’t Like Quiche.   Continue reading “Confessions Of A Lapsed Metrosexual (1.0)”

We Should Talk

GIRLS, PLEASE SAY SOMETHING, ANYTHING

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”