tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15693348631549568572012-01-01T22:16:20.776-08:00They say to start a story in the middle of the action. Counting from Mr. Unavailable #1, we're about 31 years into it. Chronicled here is a history with Mr. Unavailables past and present. Maybe not all are unavailable, but here it's guilty until proven innocent. Of course, there's some of my own Ms. Unavailable in here, too. To keep things neat, Mr. Unavailable encounters will be kept to: Vital Stats, First Date/Impression, Signs of Hope, Red Flags, Turning Point and Diagnosis.Taranoreply@blogger.comBlogger1721100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-21704794849629935182011-10-06T10:20:00.000-07:002011-12-30T10:42:08.682-08:00

See The Telltale Garb for the background on this one. It was a week after my date with #133 and I was confused. I thought it had gone well. He seemed interested. I seemed interested. But I hadn’t heard from him. I went over to Williamsburg to help Jo prep for a possible makeup job. We mostly ended up watching movies and ordering delivery. After 24 hours in her apartment, we needed to get out. At

Taranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-4914071529277417902011-09-22T13:30:00.000-07:002011-12-30T10:20:41.617-08:00

Vital Stats: 5’10” or 11”. 38. Book editor. Brown hair with peppered bits of gray. Some hair product. Like Madonna, a space between his two front teeth. Aesthetic: The short-sleeved T-shirt over long-sleeved T-shirt look Demeanor: Expressive, talkative, used a lot of hand motions I’d been moving along with no love interest for a few weeks and was starting to miss, I dunno, drama? Male

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-49717549252415423502011-09-12T09:41:00.000-07:002011-12-23T10:17:56.676-08:00

See From Russia, With No Love, More of the (Exact) Same, Sanity Takes a Turn, The Calm Before the Storm and Fight Club for the background on this one. The morning after my fight with #98, I called Jo and Elvira and conferenced everyone in to tell them what happened. “I told you he wanted to know,” Jo said. “Yeah, as he was running his hand up and down my arm, I took a mental note that this

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-49021723871492418662011-09-09T08:16:00.000-07:002011-12-23T10:13:17.111-08:00

See From Russia, With No Love, More of the (Exact) Same, Sanity Takes a Turn and The Calm Before the Storm for the background on this one. The weekend after the hurricane, Jo found an apartment and moved out. You could say two hurricanes had passed through—Hurricane Irene and the hurricane created by one sofa-occupying, drama-loving Brit. Because Jo had finally given up on finding the perfect

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-66642419179542333062011-08-25T13:54:00.000-07:002011-12-23T08:20:37.086-08:00

See From Russia, With No Love, More of the (Exact) Same and Sanity Takes a Turn for the background on this one. What Happened: Mr. Unavailable #98 and I had become friends. To recap: We’d gone for a midnight snack one Saturday night and he’d admitted he only went for crazy women and had pretty much taken a vow of celibacy. After that, he became a safe fill-in for dateless Saturday nights. The

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-61623397760641153282011-07-31T13:31:00.000-07:002011-12-01T21:29:15.322-08:00

Vital Stats: Firemen. Need I say more? It was a Sunday afternoon and Jo and I were slowly sorting out the disaster of my apartment when the smoke detector went off. Or at least we thought it was the smoke detector until we fanned it with pillows and it didn’t stop beeping. I climbed up on my ladder and pulled it off the wall to find it was actually a carbon monoxide detector. A guide on the back

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-34382338499097089902011-07-21T08:06:00.000-07:002011-10-08T08:45:50.096-07:00

See The Imprinter, Business or Pleasure?, Spellbound, No Picnic in the Park, Squatter Love, Who Falls First?, Trouble, Purgatory, Pre-Disintegration, Sanity Takes a Turn, In Heat, Fireworks, Part 1, Fireworks, Part 2, Don't Tell Mama, Mr. Leaky, A Game of Text and Friends, Zero Benefits for the background on this one. It had very much occurred to me that #126 may have offered me his apartment to

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-58586697438060758702011-07-20T20:24:00.000-07:002011-10-08T08:58:59.235-07:00

See The Imprinter, Business or Pleasure?, Spellbound, No Picnic in the Park, Squatter Love, Who Falls First?, Trouble, Purgatory, Pre-Disintegration, Sanity Takes a Turn, In Heat, Fireworks, Part 1, Fireworks, Part 2, Don't Tell Mama, Mr. Leaky, A Game of Text, Friends, Zero Benefits and Emotional Chicken for the background on this one. Here’s what was really said: Me: So, I’ve been processing.

Taranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-61855032000834804342011-07-17T19:06:00.000-07:002011-10-08T08:03:21.415-07:00

See The Imprinter, Business or Pleasure?, Spellbound, No Picnic in the Park, Squatter Love, Who Falls First?, Trouble, Purgatory, Pre-Disintegration, Sanity Takes a Turn, In Heat, Fireworks, Part 1, Fireworks, Part 2, Don't Tell Mama, Mr. Leaky and A Game of Text for the background on this one. Around 5 p.m., I met #126 on the corner in front of The Bean. “So, what’s going on?” I asked. We

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-16191079528262042982011-07-17T13:19:00.000-07:002011-09-25T07:08:27.768-07:00

See The Imprinter, Business or Pleasure?, Spellbound, No Picnic in the Park, Squatter Love, Who Falls First?, Trouble, Purgatory, Pre-Disintegration, Sanity Takes a Turn, In Heat, Fireworks, Part 1, Fireworks, Part 2, Don't Tell Mama and Mr. Leaky for the background on this one. A few days after the reality check with Ava, the oxytocin must have been wearing off because I was feeling pretty

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-16209688358507959532011-07-15T07:56:00.000-07:002011-10-08T08:48:20.562-07:00

See The Imprinter, Business or Pleasure?, Spellbound, No Picnic in the Park, Squatter Love, Who Falls First?, Trouble, Purgatory, Pre-Disintegration, Sanity Takes a Turn, In Heat, Fireworks, Part 1, Fireworks, Part 2, Don't Tell Mama, Mr. Leaky, A Game of Text and Friends, Zero Benefits for the background on this one. One day, with the oxytocin having still not worn off, I decided to sign #126

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-51530772153544523352011-07-13T15:33:00.000-07:002011-09-25T05:51:58.447-07:00

See The Imprinter, Business or Pleasure?, Spellbound, No Picnic in the Park, Squatter Love, Who Falls First?, Trouble, Purgatory, Pre-Disintegration, Sanity Takes a Turn, In Heat, Fireworks, Part 1, Fireworks, Part 2 and Don't Tell Mama for the background on this one. A week went by with no word from #126. Why I cared, I didn't know. Was I worried about the apartment? Did I just want him to want

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-36090725429611535072011-07-05T23:52:00.000-07:002011-09-25T07:45:04.042-07:00

See The Imprinter, Business or Pleasure?, Spellbound, No Picnic in the Park, Squatter Love, Who Falls First?, Trouble, Purgatory, Pre-Disintegration, Sanity Takes a Turn, In Heat, Fireworks, Part 1 and Fireworks, Part 2 for the background on this one. The morning after the fireworks, #126 left and I dragged myself to work. He texted me in the afternoon: When r they going to call about the bed?

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-21048698955338713552011-07-05T12:19:00.000-07:002011-09-25T10:10:47.152-07:00

See The Imprinter, Business or Pleasure?, Spellbound, No Picnic in the Park, Squatter Love, Who Falls First?, Trouble, Purgatory, Pre-Disintegration, Sanity Takes a Turn, In Heat and Fireworks, Part 1 for the background on this one. “Talk? He wants to talk? Is he breaking up with me…?” I thought. I had to sit down on my sofa. My mind raced but then stopped racing as soon as I remembered there

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-18786736779145235902011-07-04T13:21:00.000-07:002011-09-05T12:21:07.056-07:00

See The Imprinter, Business or Pleasure?, Spellbound, No Picnic in the Park, Squatter Love, Who Falls First?, Trouble, Purgatory, Pre-Disintegration, Sanity Takes a Turn and In Heat for the background on this one. Now might be a good time to catch up with the adventures of Jo. She’d gone to meet Big Willy in Philly for the July 4th weekend. While I was in the midst of my insanity, she was on a

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-35478411495543792822011-07-03T15:08:00.000-07:002011-09-19T15:59:22.650-07:00

See The Imprinter, Business or Pleasure?, Spellbound, No Picnic in the Park, Squatter Love, Who Falls First?, Trouble, Purgatory, Pre-Disintegration and Sanity Takes a Turn for the background on this one. After Kevin left, and with still no word from #126, I had only one thing in mind. Relief. I opened the night table drawer next to my bed and pulled out my trusty battery-powered boyfriend. Now,

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-57916740841886400452011-07-02T14:01:00.000-07:002011-08-20T15:09:40.507-07:00

See The Imprinter, Business or Pleasure?, Spellbound, No Picnic in the Park, Squatter Love, Who Falls First?, Trouble, Purgatory and Pre-Disintegration for the background on this one. Now that I was back in the swing of having a summer fling, I was having an easy breezy Saturday morning getting highlights at the cheap Polish salon down the street, the name of which I will not reveal in order to

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-22288754668137774602011-06-30T14:08:00.000-07:002011-08-19T14:03:58.630-07:00

See The Imprinter, Business or Pleasure?, Spellbound, No Picnic in the Park, Squatter Love, Who Falls First?, Trouble and Purgatory for the background on this one. It’s amazing how holding a man at bay only serves to bring him closer. After being grumpy and distant with #126, he called me the next night to ask if he could use my computer—and then maybe we could go get food, he said. My

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-57299934643141337092011-06-29T20:59:00.000-07:002011-08-18T14:13:22.411-07:00

See The Imprinter, Business or Pleasure?, Spellbound, No Picnic in the Park, Squatter Love, Who Falls First? and Trouble for the background on this one. After I had the walk-around with #126, I confessed to Jo that I was in trouble. “I knew you’d get attached,” she said. “Yes, you told me so. If I don’t hear from him for a few days, then I’ll be fine. I’ll get over it.” Jo was having an online

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-89445483440532069322011-06-26T14:24:00.000-07:002011-08-15T21:00:40.785-07:00

See The Imprinter, Business or Pleasure?, Spellbound, No Picnic in the Park, Squatter Love and Who Falls First? for the background on this one. Three days later, on Sunday afternoon, I was sitting in bed working on my “personal essays” when #126 called and asked what I was doing. I vagued it up. “Writing,” I said. I was also still in my pajamas and in the middle of a deep conditioning hair

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-63080748994963326902011-06-24T13:33:00.000-07:002011-08-18T14:28:00.186-07:00

See The Imprinter, Business or Pleasure?, Spellbound, No Picnic in the Park and Squatter Love for the background on this one. Two days after our turn on his twin mattress, #126 called saying he was starving. “I’m going to go to that place...Angelina?” he said. I told him I’d be 10 or 15 minutes. “I might die, so is it OK if I go ahead and order?” When I walked in, I was taken aback. Not

Taranoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-51451276820791397802011-06-22T11:01:00.000-07:002011-08-15T13:35:04.965-07:00

See The Imprinter, Business or Pleasure?, Spellbound and No Picnic in the Park for the background on this one. As predicted, within about 24 hours I'd recovered from #126's easy let-down. Twenty-four hours after that, it was the first day of summer and I was home looking at Gawker, lamenting having no plans to celebrate the solstice. Then #126 called. “What are you doing?” he asked. “

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-34961968726079618972011-06-19T22:45:00.000-07:002011-08-15T12:59:52.778-07:00

See The Imprinter, Business or Pleasure? and Spellbound for the background on this one. The day after the party, Jo and I were having a Remedy brunch on Houston and deconstructing the night before. “I’m telling you, he doesn’t know you’re interested,” she said. “You left. Even when he was dancing near you, he was looking at you trying to get your attention.” “Come on, we both know that wasn't

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-17374048117775650902011-06-19T15:30:00.000-07:002011-08-09T16:23:53.736-07:00

See The Imprinter and Business or Pleasure? for the background on this one. For the next two days, I had more than a cheap apartment on my mind. On the evening of day two, I'd been invited to a rooftop party and I plus-oned James, hoping word would slip to #126. But when I met up with James in Thompkins Square Park to head to the party, no #126. Still, at the party, I made the most of things by

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-53287015248039791152011-06-17T12:17:00.000-07:002011-08-20T08:41:26.852-07:00

See The Imprinter for the background on this one. #126 called that night and asked if, instead of going for coffee, I wanted to go for dinner. I suggested the Thai place I’d gone to with #111 (last date) and #12o (first date). He said he’d meet me there. When he walked in, he looked as if he’d just woken up—mouth hanging open, eyes alternately wandering and staring, walking like he could bump

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-60527900914203489982011-06-16T20:43:00.000-07:002011-07-22T11:03:01.366-07:00

Prologue: I’m stuck on the idea of imprinting, a concept of nature I learned in biology. It goes something like this: When a baby bird hatches out of its shell, the first thing it sees is what it attaches to. For example, if it hatches and falls out of the nest and a Hell’s Angel picks it up, it thinks the Hell’s Angel is mom. After that, it can never shake the idea and if it ever couldn’t find

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-61310060161508919562011-06-14T10:26:00.000-07:002011-07-19T20:41:39.443-07:00

See Fetishists Are People, Too and Dens of Sin for the background on this one.The day after our date, I didn’t hear from #125. I also didn’t hear from Jo, who’d disappeared into the nether regions of New Jersey in pursuit of a shag.Jo resurfaced first via text: "Hi darling I have just seen my phone am ok be back tom am getting sex major x did u do the swinger?”No, I hadn’t done the swinger And

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-71694188808878859292011-06-13T07:45:00.000-07:002011-09-18T17:35:06.631-07:00

This is a Mr. Unavailable flashback circa February 1988, the suburbs of Buffalo. Vital Stats: 5’ 10”, 17. Cute, dark-haired bad boy. He was a friend of my brother, and they were both a year older than me. Aethestic: Handsomely grungy in the same U2 T-shirt worn over and over again. Demeanor: My brother ran with the druggie crowd that was on the five-year graduation plan in high school, so #55 was

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-83814270328541536502011-06-11T21:36:00.000-07:002011-06-11T22:17:29.603-07:00

This is a Mr. Unavailable flashback circa 1989-1990, senior year of high school, the suburbs of Buffalo.Vital Stats: 5’9”ish. 17. Bodily, I remember him being fairly evenly proportioned, although my best friend, who didn’t even go to my school, often remarked on the oversized nature of his head. Aesthetic: Generally, he was a clean-cut suburban public school boy. Demeanor: I'll save my comments

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-11372088003600244792011-06-08T21:22:00.000-07:002011-06-18T15:08:27.575-07:00

This is a Mr. Unavailable flashback circa spring 1990, senior year of high school, the suburbs of Buffalo.Vital Stats: 6’1”ish. A gaunt acne-sufferer who’d just moved to town after the beginning of our senior year. Aesthetic: Button-down shirts and jeans. Demeanor: Friendly and outgoing but, ultimately, dorky.What Happened: He was the new kid in town, so he had instant cool cred even though he

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-76464237677057475952011-06-07T08:04:00.000-07:002011-07-18T10:24:45.305-07:00

See Fetishists Are People, Too for the background on this one.So, where were we… back at the den of sin, #125 had just finished showing me photos of his black leather-and-lace-bound crotch and I was trying to deactivate and disguise my instinct to flee, so I was keeping a close eye on my body language. Pre-fetish-and-swinger revelation, we were both turned toward each other, my legs were crossed

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-29823413376237727982011-06-06T11:10:00.000-07:002011-07-17T08:55:15.446-07:00

Vital Stats: 35, 6’3”. Aesthetic: As I came to discover…fully dressed some of the time; scantily clad most of the time. Demeanor: Laconic, awkward and effeminate yet strangely confident.First Date: Monday night drinks at La EsquinaFirst Impression: Tall sissy boy.What Happened: A week after my psychic reading, I was on my third day of my new job when a Facebook message from a guy I didn’t know

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-77679201687439718092011-06-03T21:03:00.000-07:002011-06-11T21:21:20.201-07:00

This is a Mr. Unavailable flashback circa summer of 1990, just after high-school graduation, the suburbs of Buffalo.Vital Stats: 5’8”ish, 18. Aesthetic: Whatever band T-shirts 18-year-old suburban boys were wearing in 1990. Demeanor: Nice, not at all offensive, innocuous; ten years later I would have called that “having no edge.”What Happened: At a post-graduation party, we were both crouched in

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-37297402296105856032011-06-03T20:31:00.000-07:002011-07-09T10:51:20.930-07:00

Some of us who want to get married get married at 24. Others of us who want to get married linger on in the dating scene until our late 30s. We begin to wonder where we went wrong. Were we too picky? Were we just unlucky? Did our husbands marry other women?We start to take radical measures, hiring expensive matchmakers; joining dating sites like “It’s Just Lunch,” “Crazy Blind Date” and “Date a

Taranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-74298782702607090492011-05-27T15:48:00.000-07:002011-06-26T07:27:53.334-07:00

See Sweet Virginia, The First Date, Just Desserts, To Nobu or Not to Nobu, The Duel, The 36-Hour Freakout, Him, Himself and He, Million-Dollar Me, One Block from Heartbreak, I'd Like to Introduce You to the Curb and Life is Great for the background on this one.You’re going to be so unimpressed with me. To stave off your judgment, I’ll argue that I’m only human. I was bored. Really bored. Nothing

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-58164871666378212972011-05-24T09:48:00.000-07:002011-06-01T18:56:06.020-07:00

This is a story about a friend of mine—let’s call him Phil. According to most, Phil was a confirmed Mr. Unavailable. I never thought he was the most attractive of men, and he often seemed a little withdrawn, which, of course, makes sense if you're unavailable. But he was successful in business and somehow always managed to get dates. He’d even have short-term girlfriends. I was always surprised

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-75167290071689990652011-05-20T15:25:00.000-07:002011-06-26T07:25:53.202-07:00

Vital Stats: 5’5"-7”. “Cub” is a bit of a stretch because he was 35. In the insurance business, he’s the guy who creates new combinations of insurance or “products” (like butter or hot dogs) Aesthetic: Eurohip Yuppie. Demeanor: Intelligent, jocular, liked to tease.First Date: Sugar Sweet Sunshine bakery on Rivington on the Lower East Side.First Impression: It was the Great Five-Day Downpour of

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-82352951529472437472011-05-20T08:44:00.000-07:002011-06-01T18:56:29.900-07:00

This is a Mr. Unavailable flashback circa 1990, Chicago.Vital Stats: 6’ 2”. Tall, thin but muscle-y, boyishly handsome, dark hair, dark features, brown eyes, lightish skin; I remember really liking the way his facial features went together. It was my freshman year of college; he was a junior. Aesthetic: He was a baseball hat, jeans, T-shirt type of guy. Demeanor: He was a cool, easygoing English

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-71678280255694058222011-05-16T05:38:00.000-07:002011-05-16T05:47:32.241-07:00

This is a Mr. Unavailable flashback circa late 1992 to early 1993, England. Vital Stats: 5’9”, 19. Fellow student at Sussex. Aesthetic: He looked like he should have been in an indie shoegazer band. He was all cheekbones, lips and anemia. Demeanor: He acted like he should have been in an indie shoegazer band. He was all cool, aloof and depressive.Background: Eager to escape American university

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-57032455672674351222011-05-13T20:23:00.000-07:002011-05-13T20:40:04.312-07:00

This is a Mr. Unavailable flashback circa 1992 through 1996, England and Chicago.Vital Stats: 5’8”, 19 (in 1992) through 23 (in 1996). Aesthetic: 1992 hippy (detailed description below). Demeanor: A fast-talking, heavy-accented, quick-witted Brit.Background: Eager to escape American university life at an extremely pre-professional school, I spent my junior year abroad in England, on the campus

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-21082135533411362662011-05-13T15:08:00.000-07:002011-06-26T07:27:03.974-07:00

After my brief dalliance with #121, the 25-year-old construction worker, I was game for further exploration of the younger territories. The night I was over at a mutual friends' and confessed what had happened with #121, I was emphasizing the relief of it all, a vacation from my usual pattern of getting super attached. With this, I said, I had no expectations. I didn’t have to worry about when he

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-70484297588019918302011-05-09T11:01:00.000-07:002011-05-17T19:38:16.307-07:00

This is a Mr. Unavailable flashback circa Spring/Summer 1996, Chicago.Vital Stats: 6”, 24. He worked in an office but fancied himself a furniture designer and sold blue-green algae on the side. Aesthetic: Fortunately, he had a gay roommate, so he wore respectable 1970s thrift clothing—wide collared shirts and cords. Demeanor: Nice, a little cool, handsome.First Impression: I thought he was quite

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-42475248258406933172011-05-05T13:16:00.000-07:002011-05-10T16:29:10.899-07:00

Vital Stats: 33, 5’9”ish. He had Buddy Holly glasses and dark hair, which made him resemble, well, Buddy Holly. Aesthetic: He had that 1990s gas-station-attendant look going on. Demeanor: Nice, maybe a little shy.I first noticed him one Friday several months ago. I was coming out of my January/February torpor and had decided to dress up for an evening out. Once out, I was mingling amongst my

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-21623135988092449552011-05-04T10:16:00.000-07:002011-09-19T15:55:52.014-07:00

See Unavailable By Design, He Touched Me, Mrs. Robinson, The Fantasy Reaches Fruition... and Superpowers for the background on this one. It seems that as we get older, the thing to do is go younger. And, just to be clear, young=sex. Everyone is doing it. Or trying it, anyway. Nora. Me. Thousands of women on thousands of cougar sites. Men, in general. Strangely, however, not all of these young '

Taranoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-24185591159869192282011-04-18T13:49:00.000-07:002011-09-19T15:54:00.813-07:00

See Unavailable By Design, He Touched Me, Mrs. Robinson and The Fantasy Reaches Fruition... for the background on this one. I once joked that one of my superpowers was the ability to turn available men unavailable (my other superpower is farsightedness). It seems that my powers have multiplied because I can now turn unavailable men even more unavailable (although I still can't see them coming

Taranoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-17479575307716487102011-04-09T19:48:00.000-07:002011-04-17T05:40:11.948-07:00

See Unavailable By Design, He Touched Me and Mrs. Robinson for the background on this one.You might remember that I mentioned something in an earlier #121 post about telling Kevin how I couldn’t picture a conversation with #121 because all I could picture was #120 walking into my apartment, picking me up and throwing me on my bed.Somewhere along the way, I became so determined to make the fantasy

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-46071017408660827282011-04-08T14:56:00.000-07:002011-04-17T05:38:39.749-07:00

See Unavailable By Design and He Touched Me for the background on this one.In the week following the muffin conversation, I saw #121 twice, but it was from-across-a-crowded-room twice.Fighting the temptation to feel disheartened—which would have been pointless because a real #121 relationship wasn't in the cards—I met up with Evan for Naked Angels and revealed to him who the object of my

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-7896202679658243972011-04-02T10:52:00.000-07:002011-04-17T05:37:11.062-07:00

To start from the beginning of the #111 story, see (in this order) Could it Be?, It's Not Him, It's Me, The Recovery, We're Just Not That Into Each Other, The Continuation, The Curse is Broken, Unfortunately, The Make-Up Date, The Phone Call, The Negotiation, Dates 9 Through 12, Dates 13 Through 15, The Public Sex Talk, Bridging the Chasm, The Shut Down, All Kinds of Good, Meeting the Friends,

Taranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-79159573008703555462011-03-30T10:07:00.000-07:002011-04-20T07:36:09.219-07:00

This is a Mr. Unavailable flashback circa 1998/1999.Vital Stats: 6’2”, 170 pounds. Work-wise, he was some kind of project manager. Aesthetic: Sometimes he wore see-through silk long underwear shirts as regular shirts, so he looked kind of gay-gay. He also had a goatee and got his hair highlighted—again, gay-gay—but I suppose it was 1998. Demeanor: Languid bordering on dumb.Background: One of the

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-46077674042619468162011-03-27T13:32:00.000-07:002011-04-17T05:32:15.969-07:00

See Unavailable By Design for the background on this one.I knew there was a chance I’d see #121 at my usual Sunday night gathering of like-minded downtowners, so I washed my hair, put on full makeup and called Kevin to ask him if I could be talking to him on the phone when I walked into the place. As soon as I walked out my front door, I called Kevin for the walk-in conversation.“I just want to

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-67081952877367904252011-03-26T19:12:00.000-07:002011-04-17T05:30:35.803-07:00

Vital Stats: 24, 5'8"ish. Otherwise, I don't know what he does for a living and I don't care. Aesthetic: Holy shit. (Translation: He looks great in a tight shirt and jeans.) Demeanor: Oh. My. God. (Translation: Smoldering.) The day after the haunted-apartment dinner party, Jo packed up and ran off to the airport for three weeks of international errands, including a long-overdue shag with an

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-23122354318768248232011-03-25T11:17:00.000-07:002011-09-26T14:16:38.518-07:00

This is a Mr. Unavailable flashback circa 1999-2000, Chicago. Vital Stats: 6’1”. 210-ish lbs. Pinball and video-game designer. He had a cute face and a buzzed haircut that was spiky in front, which he liked to call “the car crash.” Aesthetic: 1990s hipster gas-station attendant. Demeanor: Easygoing, easy-living but energetic Midwestern guy. First, Second and Third Impression: He was friends and

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-55044432131165254622011-03-24T16:58:00.000-07:002011-04-17T05:28:46.256-07:00

See Sweet Virginia, The First Date, Just Desserts, To Nobu or Not to Nobu, The Duel, The 36-Hour Freakout, Him, Himself and He, Million-Dollar Me, One Block from Heartbreak and I'd Like to Introduce You to the Curb for the background on this one.I’m not going to lie. Once I make a decision and act on it, I spend the next two or three weeks second-guessing it, wondering if I made a mistake and

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-63332471510310665122011-03-15T13:18:00.000-07:002011-04-17T05:26:05.860-07:00

See Sweet Virginia, The First Date, Just Desserts, To Nobu or Not to Nobu, The Duel, The 36-Hour Freakout, Him, Himself and He, Million-Dollar Me and One Block from Heartbreak for the background on this one.Prologue: When I was in high school, I was so shy that I found it almost impossible to talk to boys. I’d develop deep crushes based on exchanges in front of the soda machine that went

Taranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-15676151365943636182011-03-14T17:41:00.000-07:002011-05-06T22:04:30.914-07:00

See Sweet Virginia, The First Date, Just Desserts, To Nobu or Not to Nobu, The Duel, The 36-Hour Freakout, Him, Himself and He and Million-Dollar Me for the background on this one.Encounter #8: Sunday morning, I woke up late. #120 and I had vaguely discussed going to Williamsburg to look at dinner jackets and vintage sunglasses for him but neither of us mentioned it the night before and I really

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-8893187604568629792011-03-13T14:31:00.000-07:002011-04-17T05:21:33.313-07:00

See Sweet Virginia, The First Date, Just Desserts, To Nobu or Not to Nobu, The Duel, The 36-Hour Freakout and Him, Himself and He for the background on this one.Encounter #7: The next morning, Jo and I got up and took the L to Williamsburg to look at vintage dresses. A few weeks before, she’d made a new friend of a vintage-clothing dealer named Ricky and had gone to his warehouse to sift through

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-20804286186878755342011-03-11T21:19:00.000-08:002011-04-17T05:20:33.398-07:00

See Sweet Virginia, The First Date, Just Desserts, To Nobu or Not to Nobu, The Duel and The 36-Hour Freakout for the background on this one.Encounter #6: On Friday morning, he texted me asking if I wanted to go to lunch. Tired of all the texting, I just called him. He arrived an hour later and texted me from The Bean. Jo and I spritzed the scarf that he'd lent me two days before with my perfume--

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-13186431841520499852011-03-09T06:56:00.000-08:002011-04-17T05:19:39.616-07:00

See Sweet Virginia, The First Date, Just Desserts, To Nobu or Not to Nobu and The Duel for the background on this one.Encounter #5: “All he did was give you a kiss on the cheek?” Jo asked when I got home. “Didn’t say anything about when he’d see you next?”“Well, I did tell him I wanted to take it slower,” I said.“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you don’t want to see him.”We started going back over

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-89742186614208250392011-03-07T05:31:00.000-08:002011-04-17T05:18:40.367-07:00

See Sweet Virginia, The First Date, Just Desserts and To Nobu or Not to Nobu for the background on this one.Encounter #4 (Because #120 and I have ceased to have proper dates): #120 and I had talked about going to Williamsburg the next morning, but when the next morning rolled around and I didn’t hear from him, I saw him on Facebook and instant messaged him. “Hello, lover.”I wrote that I wanted to

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-87893232939116949992011-03-05T07:12:00.000-08:002011-04-17T05:16:39.639-07:00

See Sweet Virginia, The First Date and Just Desserts for the background on this one.Date #3: We’d made plans for Saturday in the loosest sort of way, meaning that we said we’d get together but had no actual ideas. He texted me around 2 p.m. and said he was heading my way.“What’s the plan, Stan?” I said.“No plan,” he said.I got ready and went down to the The Bean to meet him. He was standing out

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-60566125063283545932011-03-04T23:15:00.000-08:002011-04-17T05:15:40.296-07:00

See Sweet Virginia and The First Date for the background on this one.Date #2: We parted ways the morning after date #1 as I went to collect Jo and her things and move her into my apartment. Jo and I were enjoying a post-move, deconstruct-the-crazy-roommate/talk-about-the-new-love-interest late lunch at Spring Street Natural when #120texted me.“Wanna make out.”At the same time as that text made me

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-12884135762145771812011-03-03T14:50:00.000-08:002011-04-17T05:14:44.488-07:00

See Sweet Virginia for the background on this one.First Date: He called me in the morning, as he said he would, and asked if I wanted to go to lunch. He was disappointed when I told him I had to go to therapy and then wait for a conference call for a freelance project. We said we could do something that night.I called him after therapy.“Feel better?” he answered.“I’m cured,” I said.Signs of Hope:

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-5119697376866245442011-03-01T07:45:00.000-08:002011-04-17T05:13:32.243-07:00

Vital Stats: 5’10”, 165 pounds-ish. Chef. Boyish. Southern accent. Recently relocated to NYC from Virginia. Aesthetic: Wearing a baseball cap and a sweatshirt, he looked pretty collegiate. Demeanor: Easygoing southern boy.First Impression: I first stumbled upon him at a gathering of likeminded downtowners, but, due to his easygoing collegiate look and southern accent, I really didn’t pay him much

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-2177693151533378822011-02-28T07:04:00.000-08:002011-04-22T07:27:00.473-07:00

At the risk of sounding stalker-like, Jo and I started going to BookWorks on a regular basis, avoiding Fridays because that was #111's volunteer day. By way of excuses, BookWorks really does have the best atmosphere in the city for doing work—free wifi in a spacious, open, airy, warehouse-type place. And in Soho, no less.On our very first outing, I hunkered down in the café to write as Jo perused

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-39719067484417858042011-02-25T19:40:00.000-08:002011-04-22T07:37:53.556-07:00

There's been a bit of a blog silence, I know. January is never a good month, but add the beginning of the New Year to what happened in late Q3 and Q4 of 2010 and the resulting emotional carnage of January pretty much bled all over February.Let me summarize my January/February state: I was waking up every day with crippling anxiety and all-consuming panic. It was as if there was a fire, somewhere,

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-5043835225672444232011-01-29T05:56:00.000-08:002011-03-14T08:49:42.345-07:00

This is a Mr. Unavailable flashback circa 1999, Chicago.Vital Stats: 27. 6'0". Thin and lanky. Artist and gallery owner. Divorced from a woman he'd married to help her out with a green card, although it ended up becoming a real--though tumultuous--marriage, he said. Aesthetic: Long-haired artsy leather-jacketed bad boy. Demeanor: But he was so not a bad boy.First Impression: It was the spring of

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-1703520178987773372011-01-26T05:53:00.000-08:002011-03-14T08:45:30.718-07:00

This is a Mr. Unavailable flashback circa summer 1999, Chicago.Vital Stats: 5'10"ish. 25. Environmental engineer living at home with his parents but saving his money for his Jersey shore share (crafty!). Aesthetic: Tan, trim, and boy did he look good in a crisp white shirt. Demeanor: The original gentleman from Jersey.Background: On 4th of July weekend, I road-tripped with two of my gay

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-30982372270050031942011-01-24T20:58:00.000-08:002011-03-14T08:43:58.247-07:00

This is a Mr. Unavailable flashback circa summer 1999, Chicago.Vital Stats: 22. 5'10"ish. Aesthetic: Sexy, tattooed skateboarder who was also not just in a band but the lead singer and guitarist in the band. (In 1999, that was pretty much my dream guy.) Demeanor: Total puppy dog.First Impression: I'd seen #75 around the bars for months, mostly my local, the L&L Tavern at Clark and Belmont. All my

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-38874915372223991752011-01-22T20:21:00.000-08:002011-04-17T05:09:00.623-07:00

See The Five-Year Time Warp, He's Got Wheels and The Delay for the background on this one.Perhaps now is a good time to note that there are all kinds of reasons for unavailability: he's married, he's a workaholic, he's an alcoholic, he's insecure about the fact that he doesn't make much money, he has low self-esteem, he has low self-esteem disguised as high self-esteem, he's suspicious of people,

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-6642615111159783462011-01-17T10:49:00.000-08:002011-04-17T05:08:07.675-07:00

See The Five-Year Time Warp and He's Got Wheels for the background on this one.Update: #118 is looking less and less available, but we're giving him the benefit of the doubt.Here's the update:A few days after date #1 with #118, I was sort of surprised I hadn't heard from him. And when I say sort of surprised, I mean shocked. He sent me a nice message the day after the date saying he'd had a nice

Taranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-5791922967314203372011-01-16T08:30:00.000-08:002011-04-17T05:07:31.566-07:00

Vital Stats: 40, 5'11". He was tall and had sort of wiry reddish hair. The shape of his head kind of reminded me of Ron Perlman, the actor from Hellboy and various other films--you know, sort of beastly looking. Aesthetic: He dressed kind of blandly, in a sweater and jeans. Demeanor: Mildly effeminate and somewhat shy but a good one-on-one conversationalist.First Date: We met via the dating site

Taranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-85636141432008523462011-01-13T14:59:00.000-08:002011-04-17T05:06:24.168-07:00

To start from the beginning of the #111 story, see (in this order) Could it Be?, It's Not Him, It's Me, The Recovery, We're Just Not That Into Each Other, The Continuation, The Curse is Broken, Unfortunately, The Make-Up Date, The Phone Call, The Negotiation, Dates 9 Through 12, Dates 13 Through 15, The Public Sex Talk, Bridging the Chasm, The Shut Down, All Kinds of Good, Meeting the Friends,

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-49723659668197885472011-01-08T22:43:00.000-08:002011-04-17T05:05:11.842-07:00

See The Five-Year Time Warp for the background on this one.Pre-Date: #118 Facebook-messaged me on a Wednesday and we settled on Thursday for our date. He seemed iffy on the planning and I began to wonder if he was a little clueless about dating. It made me miss #111, who was an excellent dater. I shared my concern with Kevin and he said, "Well, [#111] may have been a great dater but he was a

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-25426554623265681642010-12-31T08:00:00.000-08:002011-04-17T05:03:53.918-07:00

I have to admit...I began this thing in January thinking that, A, I'd date a bunch of guys, write about them, meet "the one" and then never write in here again. Or that, B, I'd date a couple of guys and then sink into another five-year dry spell. Either A or B, I suspected I'd recount all the emotionally unavailable men of my past (because that's why I started this) and be done, with this blog

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-61231774871762141102010-12-25T10:34:00.000-08:002011-04-17T05:00:55.832-07:00

Vital Stats: 42, 5'10"ish. Possibly some kind of carpenter-type person for a living. Aesthetic: Skinny, tattoos, very downtown, vestiges of a punk past. Demeanor: Legitimately nice guy, sweet, genuine.First Impression: I met him five years ago through mutual friends. He invited me and a friend to a Christmas show somewhere in the Village. He and his band mates were doing covers of Xmas classics.

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-8785521217839095682010-12-23T08:23:00.000-08:002011-04-16T21:55:46.453-07:00

To start from the beginning of the Mr. 111 story, see (in this order) Could it Be?, It's Not Him, It's Me, The Recovery, We're Just Not That Into Each Other, The Continuation, The Curse is Broken, Unfortunately, The Make-Up Date, The Phone Call, The Negotiation, Dates 9 Through 12, Dates 13 Through 15, The Public Sex Talk, Bridging the Chasm, The Shut Down, All Kinds of Good, Meeting the Friends,

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-45268880219155349942010-12-13T19:36:00.000-08:002011-04-03T22:00:41.156-07:00

This is a Mr. Unavailable flashback, circa November 2000.Vital Stats: 30-something, 5'5"ish. Made a living working for his famous filmmaker brother. Aesthetic: He was small, so, lots of baggy layers. Demeanor: Nice guy, kind of unobtrusive but smart and a regular at my local bar.First Impression: He had the whole famous-filmmaker-brother thing going for him, so everyone knew who he was and he

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-6346734839545351742010-12-12T11:10:00.000-08:002011-04-16T21:53:58.258-07:00

Vital Stats: 36, 5'10"ish, trim build. Works as a TV sound guy for a living. Aesthetic: Former Long Island preppy with lingering preppy aesthetic in the form of Polo shirts and white tennis sneakers. Demeanor: Happy-go-lucky with a potentially purely flirtatious agenda.First Impression: I first met #117 on Halloween, where he was DJing the first party #114 and I went to--and was friends with #114

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-87653217431071946242010-11-07T12:05:00.000-08:002011-04-16T21:43:25.246-07:00

Background: I dove into the dating pool with zeal, so much so that the night after my date with #115, I had this date with #116. I figured it was like ripping off a Band-Aid. But, much like my date the night before, with the state I was in, almost no one stood a chance, and the Band-Aid-ripping was proving to be too painful.Vital Stats: 51, 5'9"ish, Antiques Dealer. Aesthetic: Ralph Lauren

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-32838694371107587152010-11-05T06:45:00.000-07:002011-04-16T21:42:38.231-07:00

Vital Stats: 6', Lawyer. Aesthetic: Casual lawyer (so not too lawyer-y). Demeanor: Casual lawyer.First Impression: I should probably make it clear that it's questionable that I should even be dating at this point. It might be too soon post-#111 and I may just be too hypercritical--any ability to be open-minded is at an all-time low.In his OKCupid profile, #115 had three photos, only one of which

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-17045397800149020652010-10-31T08:48:00.000-07:002011-04-16T21:41:06.153-07:00

Vital Stats: 5'10." 39. Aesthetic: Guy. Demeanor: Guy. Status: In a lengthy unemployment but still financially sound. Recently dumped by his girlfriend.First Impression/Background: I'd met #114 several years before and he'd never been much of a talker around me. In fact, he was almost mute. I remember once at a party I was sitting next to him and having a conversation was difficult, to say the

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-13610057508621231392010-10-29T18:34:00.000-07:002011-04-16T21:41:40.170-07:00

Vital Stats: 5' 8"ish, 38. Neurologist, professional pianist/composer. College friend of the friend I was staying with in Arizona. Demeanor: Humble, talkative, slightly-ADD genius. Aesthetic: Neurologist in October-appropriate Phoenix-Scottsdale casual wear: khakis and button-down shirt.First Impression: Not as hot as his Facebook photo, which was my only prior reference point, but that photo

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-2102651939922933992010-10-22T13:17:00.000-07:002011-04-06T06:11:48.681-07:00

To start from the beginning of the #111 story, see (in this order) Could it Be?, It's Not Him, It's Me, The Recovery, We're Just Not That Into Each Other, The Continuation, The Curse is Broken, Unfortunately, The Make-Up Date, The Phone Call, The Negotiation, Dates 9 Through 12, Dates 13 Through 15, The Public Sex Talk, Bridging the Chasm, The Shut Down, All Kinds of Good, Meeting the Friends,

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-86699262418329542102010-10-06T20:45:00.000-07:002011-03-14T07:44:56.155-07:00

To start from the beginning of the #111 story, see (in this order) Could it Be?, It's Not Him, It's Me, The Recovery, We're Just Not That Into Each Other, The Continuation, The Curse is Broken, Unfortunately, The Make-Up Date, The Phone Call, The Negotiation, Dates 9 Through 12, Dates 13 Through 15, The Public Sex Talk, Bridging the Chasm, The Shut Down, All Kinds of Good, Meeting the Friends,

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-65119759017127468632010-10-05T12:45:00.000-07:002011-04-06T06:12:27.396-07:00

To start from the beginning of the #111 story, see (in this order) Could it Be?, It's Not Him, It's Me, The Recovery, We're Just Not That Into Each Other, The Continuation, The Curse is Broken, Unfortunately, The Make-Up Date, The Phone Call, The Negotiation, Dates 9 Through 12, Dates 13 Through 15, The Public Sex Talk, Bridging the Chasm, The Shut Down, All Kinds of Good, Meeting the Friends,

Taranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-61533174641139792812010-09-30T19:30:00.000-07:002011-03-14T08:05:08.529-07:00

See Could it Be?, It's Not Him, It's Me, The Recovery, We're Just Not That Into Each Other, The Continuation, The Curse is Broken, Unfortunately, The Make-Up Date, The Phone Call, The Negotiation, Dates 9 Through 12, Dates 13 Through 15, The Public Sex Talk, Bridging the Chasm, The Shut Down, All Kinds of Good, Meeting the Friends, Part 2, Hamptons Getaway, Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Happy

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-88903475315253722352010-09-30T13:35:00.000-07:002011-04-06T08:10:56.206-07:00

See Could it Be?, It's Not Him, It's Me, The Recovery, We're Just Not That Into Each Other, The Continuation, The Curse is Broken, Unfortunately, The Make-Up Date, The Phone Call, The Negotiation, Dates 9 Through 12, Dates 13 Through 15, The Public Sex Talk, Bridging the Chasm, The Shut Down, All Kinds of Good, Meeting the Friends, Part 2, Hamptons Getaway, Day 1, Day

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-21560139113240423152010-09-29T11:56:00.000-07:002011-03-14T08:00:05.235-07:00

See Could it Be?, It's Not Him, It's Me, The Recovery, We're Just Not That Into Each Other, The Continuation, The Curse is Broken, Unfortunately, The Make-Up Date, The Phone Call, The Negotiation, Dates 9 Through 12, Dates 13 Through 15, The Public Sex Talk, Bridging the Chasm, The Shut Down, All Kinds of Good, Meeting the Friends, Part 2, Hamptons Getaway, Day 1, Day

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-67916380616049075492010-09-27T20:50:00.000-07:002011-03-14T07:57:46.205-07:00

See Could it Be?, It's Not Him, It's Me, The Recovery, We're Just Not That Into Each Other, The Continuation, The Curse is Broken, Unfortunately, The Make-Up Date, The Phone Call, The Negotiation, Dates 9 Through 12, Dates 13 Through 15, The Public Sex Talk, Bridging the Chasm, The Shut Down, All Kinds of Good, Meeting the Friends, Part 2, Hamptons Getaway, Day 1, Day

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-40274401666413937442010-09-24T12:32:00.000-07:002011-03-14T07:55:45.892-07:00

See Could it Be?, It's Not Him, It's Me, The Recovery, We're Just Not That Into Each Other, The Continuation, The Curse is Broken, Unfortunately, The Make-Up Date, The Phone Call, The Negotiation, Dates 9 Through 12, Dates 13 Through 15, The Public Sex Talk, Bridging the Chasm, The Shut Down, All Kinds of Good, Meeting the Friends, Part 2, Hamptons Getaway, Day 1, Day

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-21427136437778145042010-09-23T12:03:00.000-07:002011-03-14T07:52:18.740-07:00

See Could it Be?, It's Not Him, It's Me, The Recovery, We're Just Not That Into Each Other, The Continuation, The Curse is Broken, Unfortunately, The Make-Up Date, The Phone Call, The Negotiation, Dates 9 Through 12, Dates 13 Through 15, The Public Sex Talk, Bridging the Chasm, The Shut Down, All Kinds of Good, Meeting the Friends, Part 2, Hamptons Getaway, Day 1, Day

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-90201764794291855862010-09-22T11:26:00.000-07:002011-03-14T07:51:12.967-07:00

See Could it Be?, It's Not Him, It's Me, The Recovery, We're Just Not That Into Each Other, The Continuation, The Curse is Broken, Unfortunately, The Make-Up Date, The Phone Call, The Negotiation, Dates 9 Through 12, Dates 13 Through 15, The Public Sex Talk, Bridging the Chasm, The Shut Down, All Kinds of Good, Meeting the Friends, Part 2, Hamptons Getaway, Day 1, Day

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-55714080899383036372010-09-19T15:44:00.000-07:002011-03-14T07:49:39.135-07:00

See Could it Be?, It's Not Him, It's Me, The Recovery, We're Just Not That Into Each Other, The Continuation, The Curse is Broken, Unfortunately, The Make-Up Date, The Phone Call, The Negotiation, Dates 9 Through 12, Dates 13 Through 15, The Public Sex Talk, Bridging the Chasm, The Shut Down, All Kinds of Good, Meeting the Friends, Part 2, Hamptons Getaway, Day 1, Day

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-3609458643046243362010-09-17T15:19:00.000-07:002011-03-14T07:48:51.020-07:00

See Could it Be?, It's Not Him, It's Me, The Recovery, We're Just Not That Into Each Other, The Continuation, The Curse is Broken, Unfortunately, The Make-Up Date, The Phone Call, The Negotiation, Dates 9 Through 12, Dates 13 Through 15, The Public Sex Talk, Bridging the Chasm, The Shut Down, All Kinds of Good, Meeting the Friends, Part 2, Hamptons Getaway, Day 1, Day

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-9575569178407414632010-09-17T12:22:00.000-07:002011-03-14T07:48:08.448-07:00

See Could it Be?, It's Not Him, It's Me, The Recovery, We're Just Not That Into Each Other, The Continuation, The Curse is Broken, Unfortunately, The Make-Up Date, The Phone Call, The Negotiation, Dates 9 Through 12, Dates 13 Through 15, The Public Sex Talk, Bridging the Chasm, The Shut Down, All Kinds of Good, Meeting the Friends, Part 2, Hamptons Getaway, Day 1, Day

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-14440899913902904022010-09-07T11:26:00.000-07:002011-03-14T00:49:58.050-07:00

See Could it Be?, It's Not Him, It's Me, The Recovery, We're Just Not That Into Each Other, The Continuation, The Curse is Broken, Unfortunately, The Make-Up Date, The Phone Call, The Negotiation, Dates 9 Through 12, Dates 13 Through 15, The Public Sex Talk, Bridging the Chasm, The Shut Down, All Kinds of Good, Meeting the Friends, Part 2, Hamptons Getaway, Day 1, Day

Taranoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-70998958361967481082010-09-05T10:35:00.000-07:002011-03-14T00:46:06.074-07:00

See Could it Be?, It's Not Him, It's Me, The Recovery, We're Just Not That Into Each Other, The Continuation, The Curse is Broken, Unfortunately, The Make-Up Date, The Phone Call, The Negotiation, Dates 9 Through 12, Dates 13 Through 15, The Public Sex Talk, Bridging the Chasm, The Shut Down, All Kinds of Good, Meeting the Friends, Part 2, Hamptons Getaway, Day 1 and

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-51900797989712884312010-09-04T09:57:00.000-07:002011-03-14T00:43:43.162-07:00

See Could it Be?, It's Not Him, It's Me, The Recovery, We're Just Not That Into Each Other, The Continuation, The Curse is Broken, Unfortunately, The Make-Up Date, The Phone Call, The Negotiation, Dates 9 Through 12, Dates 13 Through 15, The Public Sex Talk, Bridging the Chasm, The Shut Down, All Kinds of Good, Meeting the Friends, Part 2 and Hamptons Getaway, Day 1

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-60510266642210639882010-09-03T18:47:00.000-07:002011-03-14T00:47:12.912-07:00

See Could it Be?, It's Not Him, It's Me, The Recovery, We're Just Not That Into Each Other, The Continuation, The Curse is Broken, Unfortunately, The Make-Up Date, The Phone Call, The Negotiation, Dates 9 Through 12, Dates 13 Through 15, The Public Sex Talk, Bridging the Chasm, The Shut Down, All Kinds of Good and Meeting the Friends, Part 2 for the background on this

Taranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569334863154956857.post-33582395427025885472010-08-30T17:49:00.000-07:002011-03-14T00:40:32.336-07:00

See Could it Be?, It's Not Him, It's Me, The Recovery, We're Just Not That Into Each Other, The Continuation, The Curse is Broken, Unfortunately, The Make-Up Date, The Phone Call, The Negotiation, Dates 9 Through 12, Dates 13 Through 15, The Public Sex Talk, Bridging the Chasm, The Shut Down and All Kinds of Good for the background on this one.Pre-Date: In the days

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