When I had my first dating experience, the guy wanted me to dress like my mother.
When it came to having sex, he actually yelled her name out.
SFAR
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I have been living in Washington D.C. for a year now since I graduated from college. I’m employed, but don’t make a lot, so I walk pretty much everywhere to save money. Sometimes, despite my better judgement, I walk at night because I really don’t want to pay for a cab. I joke that if my keys and lighter won’t help me fend off a perpetrator, surely my four inch heels will. I didn’t really know what I would do if I was ever assaulted on the street. Sure I liked to think I would defend myself, but how would I actually know? Continue reading
I was an intern at a law firm this summer and on my way to work I stopped at a gas station. I was wearing a button-up white shirt, black skirt and black flats…not looking that good. But a gas station attendant came up to me and said, “Are you a model or a lawyer? Look at you in that outfit!” and proceeded to ask me out after trying to sell me car-cleaning product.
Also he had a pony-tail.
Dear SFAR,
I really want to share this story with someone, but I’d rather not do so with anyone who knows my ex partner.
He had an amazing knack of ducking out of paying his end of bills, forgetting his wallet etc etc or, as his brother put it, “If you share costs with ***, you always end up paying the biggest half!” It really was down to a fine art.
A couple of weeks ago I was listening to an interview with a famous female who was single and in her fifties; she was asked if she’d consider Internet dating and she responded that the Internet was full of middle-aged men with no money, looking for middle-aged women WITH money, and that she wouldn’t touch it with a barge pole. I’ve no intention whatsoever of touching it with a barge pole either, but out of curiosity I did a search for the dating bit of a national newspaper. Continue reading
Walking past two old men in Granada, Nicaragua, I politely tell them ‘excuse me,’ in Spanish. They’ve occupied the whole sidewalk, and they’re both drunk; you can tell by the way that they’re swaying and clinging to each other. They eye me as I pass. They say not a word. Will I make it past them without a cat-call, I wonder? Continue reading
This poster for sale along the Seine, says what so many of us know and believe to be true.
SFAR
