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I take it back. Women are great. Or at least just one. And frankly, that's all that matters.

I'm growing to hate women, of all kinds. Especially the ones that I love the most.

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People have asked, on more occasions than I’d care to remember, if I’ve ever tried to win her back. As if in some primeval competition, she was the trophy to be won and displayed on the living room shelf ( Read more... )

I met a fifteen year old who found me attractive once - and though I still blame the martinis, I still stand by my story that I wasn’t buying any of the drinks. And though my friends were having quite a bit of a laugh at her expense, I couldn’t help but have a few of my own with her flirtatious forwardness.

“Give her a break,” a friend chided, ( Read more... )

I’ve been asked to say goodbye.

If only to set the record straight. Hang a sign that read that “I do not write here anymore”, or finally send the bartender home by raising my finger for the check. Have them dim the lights and maybe tip the doorman on my way out - a quiet yet subtle signature of my resignation ( Read more... )

It’s been almost ten years since my grandfather passed away ( Read more... )

We began to fall apart about a week before Christmas - around this time, last year.

She would claim that it was much earlier than that, but I was never very popular for my eye for detail. I only began to notice certain things - though few and far between - when the local carolers had already begun making their rounds along my neighborhood. “Pasko ( Read more... )