I think the all to common phenomenon of elder women feeling invisible is a symptom of the larger issues of…
If I stood too close to her, she blew smoke in my face. But after a year as her assistant, I took it as a sign of affection.
I want a pair of wired granny panties that come with earbuds to track my pulse, hormones, fluids and temperature. The earbuds would whisper messages like…
The things I buy call out to me with the lure of eternal coolness. Then I bring them home and forget about them.
Imagine grocery shopping on your hands and knees, walking home, and making dinner on your kitchen floor. My knees hurt just thinking about it.
She was a high class dame, out of reach for a guy like him; a mixed up redhead, part lover, part killer, all diva. And she was smart, so smart sometimes he was afraid of her.
I know I should fear an algorithm that doesn’t know the difference between rugs and shoes, but I’m addicted to eye candy.