Jamie took a second to formulate her answer. “I guess I was just saving it for a special occasion.”
I laughed and, seeking additional support for my wavering, intoxicated self, put my left hand on the back of the empty stool next to Jamie. I reached over Jamie’s plate for the Fiji and took a drink. As I sat the drink back onto the island, the view of Jamie diligently chewing on the beef, having an extreme resemblance to the animal on which she chewed, combined with the immediately prior consumption, left me ill. “This is a bad idea.” continue reading »
Check it out right… I’m not Canadian. I’m not white either. I mean, yeah I’m Iranian which makes me Aryan, so I guess technically I’m Caucasian, but that’s neither here nor there. Being that I’m not Canadian or white, I didn’t grow up watching hockey. My dad wasn’t into it. He came here from Iran when he was a teenager, and all he knew was soccer, and eventually football. So naturally, I followed soccer and football until I discovered basketball for myself. Also, living in Houston didn’t really provide a “hockey friendly” environment. It rarely ever freezes in the two weeks of winter that we get every year, so you didn’t find many of the neighborhood kids playing it. continue reading »
Christianity has always been something attractive to me. Regardless of your personal religious beliefs, I think that very few educated people can easily disregard the most important and world-changing ideological, spiritual, and political movement in the history of human civilization. Its power is greater than our minds have to ability to comprehend and its weight on the backs of our cultural history demands a profound amount of respect from those on all sides of the religious spectrum. continue reading »
I got several responses to a previous article asking me to explain my sexual attraction to cutting. When I wrote the article, I seriously assumed that it was self-evident why a guy would get off on holding a girl down and drawing a blade across her skin. I was obviously wrong, but it is a serious sexual interest of mine, and one that I suggest others consider trying out. continue reading »
When the idea for this story first came to me, I was sitting in a coffee shop with several friends talking about the inconsistencies of life, and the curve balls thrown in our experiences. A buddy was sharing a personal account of triumph and failure when I suddenly remembered a touching story a friend had told me years ago about her redirection in life. She realized the path she had been on led to an even better one that she never could have imagined unless she had failed with the initial, aborted one. As her story flooded my conscience, I was inspired to write what you will read below. continue reading »
I thought I would be able to last. I thought that my drive and determination would far outweigh the discomfort and bodily pain that would be caused from an abrupt and sudden shift in my diet. But I failed. I failed myself, I failed all of you, and most importantly, I failed science. continue reading »
For a while, I played poker to support myself. Unfortunately, after a few hundred thousand hands, any fun I enjoyment I once received from the game had vanished. In fact, I actually prefer life as an attorney than as a poker player. Perhaps that’s because I never had privilege of playing against anyone as attractive as today’s Lesser Known Hot Girl. continue reading »
When your girlfriend asks you to take a lie detector test, the relationship can be readily classified as dead. If you lied about whatever she thinks you lied about, and it takes a lie detector to get the truth out, there will be no forgiveness. And if, by some stroke of luck, you pass the test, her extreme lack of trust forces you to end the relationship. So when Lindsey asked me to take a polygraph, I acquiesced knowing full well that I would leave her immediately after the test, regardless of its result. continue reading »
