In retrospect, I wasted a shocking number of hours in my early 20s trolling for ass on websites like MySpace and the now-defunct Dilly. I was an expert at being able to look at a woman’s profile and, within five seconds, deduce if she was a respectable girl, a raging […]
(Note: Part 1 of this series is located here.) The Baltiwhore The next episode in the “Meeting Women Online Used to Be Suicide” saga takes place in Baltimore, which is why I went with a picture of Omar Little of The Wire fame. (The only thing that’d better represent Baltimore […]
It took a while, but, like Facebook and MySpace before it, Twitter has devoured my life. I bitch about how my favorite new toy was down for most of the day and, within five minutes, I was picking at invisible bugs under my skin and offering to suck the Internet’s […]
There isn’t much I ask to be given credit for in this world, but any time anyone logs on to Match.com or picks up a friend of a friend on Facebook, they should bow down and kiss my feet like I’m Christ on the cross. All of their online romantic […]