• How do you compete with a man named Enrique?

    I could play Radiohead on the guitar. He spoke fluent Spanish. Guess who got the girl.
  • To tell or not to tell

    If you realize that you've already hooked up with your blind date's friend -- in your blind date's apartment, no less -- do you 'fess up?
  • No room for love

    That's what we told each other. Two nights later, with the A.C. on full-blast, we were voraciously coupling in every way imaginable.
  • twotimingpunk.com

    We jumped straight into serious rutting, the kind that makes you forget your own name. And sometimes, your judgment.
  • Homecoming from hell -- with handcuffs

    It was 1979. I was a long-haired Robert Plant wannabe; she was a wrong-side-of-the-tracks brunette with hippie sensibilities. All I wanted to do was score.
  • A mouthful of hair

    She was blond, cute, smart and interested. So what went wrong?
  • Teenage wasteland

    We talked for a minimum of 10 hours a day, every day, for years. He was still a virgin when we finally met.
  • Staying pure

    She was beautiful, sexy and intelligent. Perfect, really, except for that whole cult thing.
  • A special Match Made in (the 9th circle of) Hell

    On orders from my shrink, I posted a personal ad. Now I really need therapy.
  • Endless love

    The men are deeper, and the sex can be sweet as well as hot. But dating at 41 is no less exquisitely confusing than it is at 21.
  • I should have told him I was a dyke

    I was a gay woman, he was a gay man. We tried. We really, really tried.
  • Rise to the occasion

    I spent 24 hours with him stark naked, doing my best. My best wasn't good enough.
  • Love came to the leather bar

    It was a one-night stand -- until my shrink told me to follow the guy cross-country.
  • Blonde seeks Jew

    I just love men with prominent noses and liberal attitudes.
  • Elvis from heaven, Elvis from hell

    He talked about his hair, his one girlfriend who went on to marry a creep, his hair, his painting and plastering career, his hair, journeying to Graceland and, lest we forget, his hair.
  • So much for the porno fantasy

    She'd said she was a cheerleader, but she looked more like a football.
  • Spill your guts

    Match made in heaven, or match made in hell? Salon wants to know.
  • Smooching Sybil

    I had to break up with him five times -- once for each of his personalities.
  • Jcofnanazareth.com

    Online he dazzled me with his mastery of biblical history. But over dinner, he pressed me to sleep with him no fewer than a dozen times, once for each apostle.
  • She had me from the time I typed LOL

    We made a routine of waking up, making love like jungle monkeys, pausing for me to call in sick to work, and then back to the monkey sex.
  • The tyranny of Valentine's Day

    Forget compulsory, greeting-card romance. This year write your own love story.
  • Love and war

    We fell in love, he went into the military, now I have someone new. Should I tell him? Plus: A call for readers to share their war stories.
  • "No, I don't want to cuddle"

    I told him I don't eat fish and I don't drink. He took me to a seafood restaurant and brought along three bottles of wine.
  • "You told her the TRUTH? You idiot!"

    He thought honest feedback would help him score. It didn't.
  • "Love manuals are evil"

    Salon columnist Carina Chocano talks about her new book, "Do You Love Me, or Am I Just Paranoid?"
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