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Phoenix Arizona
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Phoenix Arizona

Yes, Arizona is hot. I was hoping for glorious daygame out here but the sweltering heat forces us into air conditioned life support units, ie, cars. Women scuttle from their cars, to work, to Starbucks, to yoga to home. You have to either catch them in the three yard transit from exit to entrance, or…

When You’re Not Her Type

When You’re Not Her Type

She pulled out of my embrace. I couldn’t help but stare at her breasts.  She didn’t mind. “You know,” she said, playfully wrinkling her nose, “you’re not really my type.” Here was another random bar girl, and I was doing my charming thing amongst a throng of drunks. It was working. “I’m usually only into tall guys. You’re too…

Self
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Self

There’s a woman beside me reading the paper, drinking a pint at 1:42 pm and belching softly into her fist. Beside her is a young girl with large thigh tattoos. She’s engaged in a valiant struggle with her twelve foot Mac cable. The cable is winning. Being single isn’t so bad A girlfriend read my…