Pick-Up Advice: Is It a Bad Thing?

There are always discussions going on over at The Good Men Project about ethical pick-up advice and whether socially-challenged men are “helped” by PUA (Pick-Up Advice) forums that portray woman as targets to be exploited (i.e the fastest way to get laid.) The shy (or otherwise challenged) “nice guys” claim that the (often morally iffy) advice helps them succeed in “real” relationships, and that if there were “better” places to get good advice they’d go there instead. So, a few female “experts” are handing out “better” advice, and the guys are shooting it down. It’s an enlightening (and entertaining!) read as long as you … Continue reading

Get Laid (Or At Least Get Her Attention)

So you wanna get laid, guys? Here’s a Pro Tip:  Forget flowers. Forget wine. Forget expensive dinners at the Top of the Mark. If you want to turn her head, capture her heart, or show her how much you love her:  Learn to Cook. (And it may just get you laid, too!) Although  made-from-scratch Chocolate Cake is a sure winner, and warm Grand Marnier Soufflé is divine, there’s a lot of stress involved in getting a finicky dessert to rise for the occasion, so let’s start with something a bit more forgiving: Homemade Bread A little too much flour? Water a tad cool? No worries! With homemade bread, … Continue reading

Fifty Shades of Nay

I just finished reading Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James and, try as I might, I couldn’t learn to like it. Like Twilight before it, I’m having a difficult time understanding how so many people (ok, mostly women, but I could be wrong) can read it without their suspension of disbelief crashing to the floor on every other page.  I had to keep scooping mine up, glueing it back together, and forcing it back into the story. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a good sex scene as much as the next consenting adult, and it’s a rare pleasure … Continue reading

Playing With Fire

A summer downpour has made the freeways a mess, so I’m a bit late arriving at the vintage hotel. Dusk is falling, and the parking lot is packed. My cellphone rings, but I don’t recognize the number, so I send it to voicemail and proceed to squeeze my Prius in between a massive SUV and a puddle that could be the sixth Great Lake. Huge drops of water filter through the leaves and splatter onto the windshield as I collect my belongings. I take a deep breath and then dash beneath the lush oak trees toward the hotel lobby. I … Continue reading

Done Too Soon

Warning!  This excerpt (from one of my novels currently on submission) is sexually explicit and includes adult language.  It describes actions between consenting adults (who are using birth control, even if they don’t tell you that).  If you are offended by the words breast, penis, or clit, now would be a great time to go back to reading LOLcats.  Otherwise, please enjoy.  (I would love to hear from you in the comments if you’d like to read more…) As I’m brushing my teeth, he slips in behind me—shirtless—and wraps his arms around my waist, nuzzling me on the neck and … Continue reading

Life’s Little Ups & Downs

Welcome to the 21st Century: No toothpaste, pocketknives, or snowglobes allowed.  (And beware the dreaded silk scarf.)  What am I talking about? TSA, of course. I like to travel, but I hate traveling to get there. It’s when I’m pushing a laptop, a raincoat, a pair of shoes, an iPad, an empty computer shoulder bag, a sweater, a silk scarf (“you have to take that off, too”), a ziplock baggy containing tiny bottles, a corkscrew (no blade), and a carry-on (now mostly empty) one-by-one through an x-ray machine that I find traveling to be particularly painful. And that’s not the worst of it. Because I refuse … Continue reading

The Lonely Femme Fatale

When the doorbell rings, my eccentric (and stunning) housemate Phoenix rushes to the window to peek out.  Inside that large brain of hers, nefarious thoughts form.  If the person with a finger on the button is male and wearing a necktie, he’s in for a surprise.  She bounces around, bubbling with anticipation as she waits for me to open the heavy door. Although she is an excellent student (in grammar, of all things) and an exceptional swimmer, she lives for practical jokes, and an attractive, well-dressed guy at the front door is an irresistible mark.  I glance at her and … Continue reading

How To Tell If a Lawyer Is Lying

“Answer yes or no!” The guy in the expensive suit slams a thick stack of papers down on the desk in front of me. I don’t know what to say.  The question is misleading.  There isn’t an answer. He leans over me, his voice barely controlled. “I repeat: Have you stopped beating your husband?” Okay, that’s not what they asked me, but it was the same sort of twisted question where if you say “no,” you’re admitting that you beat your husband, and if you say “yes,” then you’re admitting that you did beat him.  What would you say?  Answer yes or … Continue reading