The Nondating Life

Thursday, July 28, 2005


A regular reader and fellow blogger sends along a link to a recent Dan Savage column in The Village Voice. I'm not going to out this reader because she probably doesn't want people to know that she reads this kind of smut on a weekly basis. For those of you not in the know, Dan Savage is, if I'm not mistaken, the gay husband of Michael Savage, and also writes about nasty things in the Voice. This particular column deals with cunnilingus.

In particular, it offers directions from women about how to get around downtown. It doesn't take a funny gay man to point out the obvious: Women are confused. Read the column. And ladies, feel free to add your own suggestions here or email them in.

Monday, July 25, 2005


I never ask you people for anything, but now I will. On behalf of my ego, I ask that you go here and vote for me in the Cosmo Media Man Search. Vote early and vote often. Not only can you, dear reader, be rewarded by knowing you've done me a solid, but you can also be rewarded with prizes. The person who is most creative with support of a candidate (Powerpoint presentations, sky writing, naked candy grams, interpretive dance) wins a cocktail party. So if you don't do it for me, do it for the children yourself.

Please link, bug your readers, harrass your coworkers, do what you can. Why? Because my ego is fragile and I never was Prom King.

The only thing more shameless than begging is acting like you really don't care.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Chick Magnet

I've known guys like this:

Hey, I don't want to brag, but when you got it, you got it. And when it comes to picking up women with severe personality disorders, I've got it. Seems like whenever I'm in the same room with a sexy young nutcase looking for some hot dysfunctional action, we lock eyes and I gaze right into the twisted, abnormal recesses of her psyche, and then—bam! We make an instant, undeniable, and incredibly unhealthy connection. What can I say? When it comes to women, I'm a fucked-up-chick magnet.