A heartbreaking account of my last meeting with my dear Nan.
A strip club is the conclusion to an eventful trip to Paris and a relationship of sorts. After this happened, I will never, ever go back.
How a simple trip to Paris turned into a scary experience I’ll never forget…
Has my Nan died in a tragic wardrobe and stairs incident?
My gay friend pretended to be a cute brunette receptionist. His goal was to find out some intimate details about me… did it work?
I was a teenager. More hormones were flying about than a party in the endocrine system.
I had no idea about girls or even how to talk to them. What could possibly go wrong?
Trapped in the middle of nowhere. On Valentine’s day. Hell no!