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Cup o’ Joe

Bad Dates

Dating can be expensive, so if you’re a serial dater, your bank account will definitely take a hit. Think about it. Depending on where you live, there are the costs of gas & tolls, parking & valet, food & drink, and other miscellaneous items such as make-up & other beauty products (bet men don’t realize this […]

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No Stranger to Disappointment

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I prefer dating men who are substantially taller than me. A healthy 8 inches or more is preferable. I measure 5 foot nothing, so it’s nice when I’m with a taller gentleman and not be mistaken for a teen when I patronize a nice restaurant (Take me seriously, dammit! I have money!). I also appreciate the way […]

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I Make Grown Men Cry

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Fanatical religious people usually rub me the wrong way for one reason or another. I suppose it’s the air of superiority that many of them exude, or the condemning attitude they have against others unlike them, or it could be how they spaz out when they do something against their doctrine. Actually, it’s all 3 that […]

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Closeted Bible Thumper

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I’m not particularly religious. I don’t like to conform with the masses, and I question way too much to be an obedient follower. As a matter of fact, I identify as spiritual, so when it comes to dating, I try to avoid those who are seriously practicing whatever religion that tells them where they’ll end up […]

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When a Guy Says He’s Tired of Dating Models…

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I’m grateful to have a built-in BullShit meter that is relatively accurate. The sad part is, though, it goes off too often when I’m on dates. I allow some leeway when it comes to men inflating their egos with little white lies, but please, don’t push it too far. No one likes the stench of bullshit during […]

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No Thanks, Fat Cat

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When it comes to telling little white lies or being straight up deceitful, it doesn’t matter the gender, ethnicity, or sexual orientation of the people online. They ALL do it to some extent- except me, of course. Apparently, my sister experienced the same dating bullshit in the gay world too. Surprise surprise. Not. Sis: I met one […]

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They Don’t Call It a Job for Nothing

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Blow job, head, sucking, blowing, oral, deep throating- all descriptive epithets characterizing the sexual art that is fellatio. Books have been written discussing this subject matter since its inception during ancient Greek times as the initial currency (actually, cavemen were probably blowing each other, but citing the Grecians seem to give my statement more credibility), […]

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3’s Company… but 4 Is Mo’ Betta!

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I’m not exactly Prudence McPrude or Loosey Lucy when it comes to dating and sex. I’d like to consider myself somewhere in between- Midway Martha perhaps? My philosophy is if I’m seeing someone exclusively, there are little boundaries in the nookie department. Life’s short. I like to explore, and well, it can be a lot […]

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No Feet Fetish for You

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When I say I appreciate honesty, I really mean it. I don’t cherry-pick what I want to hear as truth and shun the rest. That means I usually have to wear my big girl panties because damn, some things are difficult to swallow. I admit; I have weird looking toes. Seriously, it’s pretty gnarly. My third […]

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