I would update this more, but I don’t think it’s appropriate to write with someone you’re still sleeping with.
These are the sexual misadventures of a single female twentysomething year old recent transplant to Chicago. This is where I write about all the crazy things that have happened to me in my dating/sex/love life.
DISCLAIMER: Names of (most) people have been changed. However, if you can figure out who the person is... that's not my problem. Call it artistic license. I do not mean for this to get "mean," it is just an outlet. In that sense, this blog is purely for entertainment. Enjoy.
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“Toes”
For my first story, I’m going to have to preface this with the fact that I admittedly have a rather low count of guys I’ve actually slept with. Admittedly, there is something about a big city that turns your hormones loose and helps you unleash yourself sexually. Well, maybe that’s my own choice.
In any case, this is one of those stories that doesn’t always end up happily. Well, at least not for me anyway. I do want to say that given the choice, if this certain person asked me out on another date— I would not be opposed to the idea (despite his… “sexual quirks.”) However, I’m pretty sure he knows that I hold disdain for his… habits in the bedroom (haha, that’s a euphemism!)
This is the story of “Toes.”
When a guy tries something just plain bizarre in bed
I’m just like
Stop.
And with that, I’ll write up the story of “Toes.”
And so it begins.
A new era of dating blogging for myself.
Hi. I live in the Second City, and I’ve had some interesting dating encounters. Essentially, this is my little black book and I’m going to discuss each boy in detail.
I’m no Carrie, but hey— at least I’ll try!