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Lights in the Darkness

Lights calling out into the dark

Men are simple creatures lost in the darkness And Women are the light that disrupts that darkness   Some are Fireflies their light soft and momentary Only illuminating the darkness in brief flashes But those moments are enough for some to stay with the Firefly And bask in the moments of illumination   Some are the Stars that fill the night sky, bright and distant Pulling our eyes up into the beyond Playing on our dreams a...

The 7even Stages of Relationship Separation (Male Perspective) Stage One: HELL YEA I’m free, and nobody can take that from me. We weren’t meant to be encumbered by another person constantly sucking our will to live. I can eat what I want, do what I want, do who I want, leave the toilet seat up*, leave my clothes on the floor, drink from the [insert beverage name here] carton, and never change my sheets again. I’m calling...

Douche bags will be douche bags. We have all probably had a time in our life when someone makes us feel completely vulnerable and used. This date story is a prime example of that. So, there was this guy I was mutual friends with who I was also very attracted to. Tall, dark and you guessed it, handsome as hell. He also drove a crotch rocket which was über sexy. He and I knew one another through a roommate of mine. We were...

Lesson #1: Wear Bug Repellent When Making Out in Parking Lots

What happens when ants get the best of you.

It is no secret that I have tremendously bad luck when it comes to dating and hook ups. I am a 23 year old post-college graduate female who works at a law firm, owns a new car, and lives with roommates in a large house. Some would say I sound rather put together.. but then there is my dating life. I really do not have good luck in this area. I will say that I have learned a lot of lessons that other people may benefit fro...

(Mis)Adventures in Plumbing

A husband's misguided journey into the world of do-it-yourself plumbing projects.

The Saturday after Thanksgiving, I walked down the stairs into the living room where my lovely wife had assumed her normal position. “On Monday, remind me to call the home warranty people. My bathroom sink’s cold water lever doesn’t work any longer,” I requested. She diverted her attention from HGTV long enough to inform me that my request would be fulfilled. She added, “We also need to get them to look at the kitchen sin...