September 2016. The buzz was back at work. Me and my work peeps did our typical “how was your summer” conversations. Paul was disappointed that I didn’t have any sexy stories to regal him with. I think he enjoyed living vicariously through me (hehe). He was also eager to set me up with someone, anyone. […]
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The Wigger…
October 2015. We met on Tinder. He was cute. Almost immediately after we “swiped” each other, he reached out first. Shortly after, he started phoning me. Call me old school, call me traditional, I don’t give a fuck, I like a phone call. I learned that he was my age, owned a condo in Scarborough, […]
OPP…
May 2015. He reached out to me first on Match. I checked his profile and nothing stood out as super unique or spectacular; but on the surface, things seemed “normal” (although they all appear fucking normal until you start peeling back the layers). About two weeks after emailing back and forth, we decided to meet […]