June 29 2009, 10:36 a.m.
"This situation can be likened to an LSAT logic game. There's a premise followed by a series of rules or conditions which imposes specific restrictions upon the relationships among the subjects involved. In this case, it's a matter of figuring out how everyone can get what s/he really wants without having someone lose face. Maybe it's time to break out the scratch paper... and a bottle of vodka."
June 29 2009, 04:31 p.m.
"So... I think your dog swallowed the used condom I tossed to the side of the bed last night, because I couldn't find it ANYWHERE this morning. It's not necessarily my fault, but somehow I feel really guilty and don't even know how to bring this up with you."
June 30 2009, 05:54 p.m.
"I was giving him head and finished it off with a handjob so I wouldn't have to swallow. His cock was pointed towards his face, but I never thought he would give himself a money shot...good thing we both had a sense of humor."
June 30 2009, 11:49 p.m.
"We're goddamn adults, right?"
July 1 2009, 03:05 p.m.
"I know you'd prefer a poly relationship; that's your nature. I thought and thought and thought about it, and I don't think I can do it. I know you'll be monogamous and faithful if it's important to me, but I'm afraid you'll eventually resent me for it. I wish I could make you jealous so you'd understand, but you don't get jealous. Why do you have to be so awesome?"
July 1 2009, 07:00 p.m.
"Why was a crazy (armed) cop with anger issues the best sex I have ever had? Am I doomed to have to chose between hot sex and a stable relationship?"
July 2 2009, 08:00 a.m.
"After seeing her over a half dozen times at my new favourite watering hole — the looks and banter we exchange is quite telling — I think its time to finally, explicitly express my interest. She’s attractive, intelligent, sweet and spicy. I have not approached her romantically yet because I am self-employed and that is the only thing that matters at this point. Also, having worked in the service/hospitality industry for a bit before, I am wary of coming on to the bartender... sing it, T-Pain."
