Monthly Archives: November 2011

2 + 2 = ?

If someone researched the issue I’m sure they would find a spike in child abuse cases week nights between 6:00-8:00 p.m.  The exact same time when tired, overworked parents nationwide are sitting down and attempting to do math homework with their stubborn 6-year-olds.  And the kid is rolling on the floor arguing that 2 + 2 doesn’t = 4.  It equals 3, 5, 6, or 7, but never, ever, ever, under any circumstances, does 2 + 2 = 4.  Never.

Reading Between The Lines: “What I’m Really Looking For Is A Sex Partner”

Convenience – the restaurant was within walking distance of my office – and a “what-the-hell” attitude prompted me to respond to James’ invitation to meet for lunch with “Just tell me when and where.”  After two long years of on-again, off again online dating, my shame is gradually diminishing.

Granny Crapapple Dolls

James was a balding Irish guy with local roots and a career path that transcend both New York City politics and law, which made for an interesting, lively conversation.

It somewhere between his tales of working for the Koch administration and growing up on Staten Island during the Guido invasion that he stated his intent: “My wife and I are separated.  No papers have been filed, and I honestly don’t know if we’ll divorce, go to marriage counseling or get back together.”

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