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One Perfect Date

Even though I was never any good at asking women out, I still went on dates. I always wanted one of those dates you see in movies where everything just kind of comes together naturally and provides an amazing time … Continue reading

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A Rose on the Table

I was never good at asking women out. No matter how smooth I sounded when I practiced (yes, I practiced – don’t judge me), I never managed a level above not quite painfully awkward. Even though I eventually accepted I … Continue reading

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The Blue Bomb

The car I will always associate with my dad is a blue 1968 Ford Falcon station wagon. It’s the car he drove when I was a little kid. He kept driving it after I grew up. It had a few … Continue reading

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Male Dichanatomy

This is PG-13. You have been warned. I recently wrote a post about going to Washington, D.C. titled My Political Education. I meant it to be a humorous take on a particular trip to our nation’s capitol when I was … Continue reading

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White Spots

As far back as I can remember, people have asked me a specific question. The wording is only ever slightly different and I dread hearing it. I usually know when someone is about to ask it, because they do a … Continue reading

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My Political Education

Like many teenagers, I didn’t take much interest in politics. It seemed a boring subject that only adults wanted anything to do with. That all changed my sophomore year when I had a slight political awakening. Even though I took … Continue reading

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Just an Apple

I’m the youngest grandchild on both sides of my family. On my dad’s side, I was the eighth grandchild.¬†You’d think this entitled me to loads of special treatment and doting. You’d be wrong (well, I did get special treatment and … Continue reading

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Hangin’ With the Big Kids

I can’t remember the first time I tried to be cool and fit in, but I do remember the first time I thought I was actually pulling it off. I was ten or so and we were visiting family. I’m … Continue reading

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This is Going to Hurt

When I was a sophomore in high school, there was a girl (isn’t there always?), and I was quite taken with her.We were both in band so I spent most of the summer between my freshman and senior year working … Continue reading

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My Theory of Wishes

I was sitting around with friends one night when one of them asked, “Have you ever had that weird experience where you wished for something and it seemed to come true right afterwards?” Some of us indicated that we had … Continue reading

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