"Party of one?" the host asked. "No" I said to him. "Table for two" "This way please", the host led me to my table. "I'll let you know when your guest arrives. There would be a waiter out to take your drink order." It was about 30 minutes later the waiter had brought my drink and Aaron had not arrived yet. I was so glad I had run into him after all these...
First, and foremost, business I thought always came first. In 1995, I bought my first computer. It was a technological advance of major proportions of which one can't describe for me. My name's Roy Cannes, a customer service guy for a nationwide firm. I coordinate all the CSR issues from my small office out of New Philadelphia, Ohio. Modest as my life is, I...
What if we did this or what if we did that? What would happen then? I can just see and hear these old, Caucasian, billionaire men talking over lunch, over dinner, over drinks, in their homes, on vacation, on the golf course, on a plane, in their cars, and at the office about us, the middle class. What makes us, ordinary people, blue collar and white collar...
After the amazing night of sex Rachel and I had shared, I was in a very positive state of mind when I met with Charles to go over the pre-nup Rachel's father insisted on. Those feelings would be replaced with anger and despair a short time later. Charles was trying to read the document I had brought for him to review while eating the sandwich I had bought f...
Jason walked into this little shop he had just noticed the other day while driving by. It appeared to be some sort of sex toy shop or at least that's what he expected with a name like Liliths Erotic Emporium but when he finally decided to check it out it was nothing like what he had expected. He hadn't had the guts to check it out at first and wasn't even su...
We met online. At thirty-one, he was fourteen years younger than me, but I didn't mind that at all. He wasn't like all of the other younger men I'd chatted with online. I'd grown bored them. They just wanted to have cyber sex and role play. They all seemed shallow and uninteresting when compared to Glen. And he didn't seem to mind that I was older, so what t...
"I'm a stripper, not a slut." I looked into the eyes of the man seated at the other side of the table. "I know that you don't believe that but it's true." Given the circumstances that led to this moment in my life I wouldn't have believed that statement either. . . . My parents were hardly what you would have called good role models, my mother was a slut an...
Chapter 4 - Conclusion At the beginning, a break-up is almost like a relief. It feels good to be able to sever and excise those connections that have become diseased and gangrenous and have started choking you and kept you from breathing. A new honesty enters your dealings with your former lover, a new ease and openness, and there's almost a kind of deliriu...
My life lesson: learning to accept things as they are instead of trying to change what I can't. I had a very dear friend, an older woman, June, one of my creative writing Professors at Northeastern University who since died. She taught me one of my greatest life lessons, a necessary fact of life, and I'm grateful for the painful, albeit it the necessary ins...
Peter was walking into Lilith's Erotic Emporium like he did every day despite the fact there was almost never any mail for them but he would still walk in seeing if they had anything to ship out. He was a mailman and most of what he delivered or mailed for them was between the shop and a club in the city and despite all the strange artifacts he saw in the st...