
Bad Breath Is the Literal Worst
If you taste like rot, I don't want you.
Musings on post-divorce life, sex and culture by a mid-40s mom whose libido has gone through the roof.
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If you taste like rot, I don't want you.

What happened when I tried the fantasy I thought I’d hate.

Meet the frustrating new male archetype: interested, available, and totally inert.

The power of shifting control from the brain to the body.

When the male gaze enters the bathroom.

What the fuck actually happened?

The memory still makes my heart flutter.

PDA has never been my thing, but OMG.

Please, for the love of god, eat a fucking cookie.

Also, did I give a man a heart attack on a first date?