the third-date that was a second-date

This is the motown guy I’m talking about.
I accidentally gave him two names — first SDF, for swing-dancer’s father, and then 31, because he was my 31st first-date — but I should have called him simply Motown Guy. However, to avoid confusion, I’ll stick with the name SDF.
Talking last week to RS (Rolly’s shrink, [...]

owlman bites the dust

Every experience once:
– a man who wouldn’t date me because I was cooking cauliflower when I called him;
– a man who was afraid I was fat;
- a man who couldn’t google;
– a man who was into D & S;
– a man who groped;
– a man with a ’scary photo’ who wore cufflinks;
– a man [...]

soundbites for groundhog day: puppies, owls, & the New York primary

from RS (Rolly’s shrink), my new & excellent psychiatrist
I was telling him about SDF, and how SDF with his groping was not the slightest bit threatening, really just like a puppy that won’t stop jumping on you. And I quoted the apologetic note SDF sent (see the Comments).
Then I was telling him about [...]