My friend Steve thinks he’s funny. Little did he know when he let that bit of wit loose on the world that I was totally planning on using writing group for therapy this evening. And I did. But I’ll get to that in a minute Long time readers of I Will Dare, might remember the …
“He and Franzen talked a lot about what writing should be for. “We had this feeling that fiction ought to be good for something,” Franzen says. “Basically, we decided it was to combat loneliness.” This quote from David Lipsky’s Rolling Stone piece on David Foster Wallace made me gasp. It’s so simple, so honest, and …
This is some of the advice I left for my friends Scooter and Anna at their wedding last night. Being that I was the only single person over the age of 8 in the joint, I thought I’d be better offdispatching wise words to live by for people of any sort of couple-status and not …
Sometimes, on Sunday afternoons, it gets so quiet in here the only thing that can be heard is the fizz and pop of the bubbles in the Diet Coke and the ceiling fan. That’s only until the Diet Coke goes flat, then it’s just the ceiling fan and the blood pulsing though my fingers. It’s …
I got lost in reverie listening to a slow, swingy song called “Shut Up and Sway Your Hips.” Once again I am back to being a Nablmo cheater. I got lost in a daydream about one of those men who disappeared with nary an excuse or a you’re just not for me. Oddly enough he …
For the past week or so someone has been doing some in-depth research here on iwilldare.com about the TTHM. I don’t know who it is. It’s been fascinating watching the mystery searcher plunder through seven years of archives. The mystery searcher is not the legendary TTHM. I asked him. This has, of course made the …
I’m on the verge of becoming one of those people who apologize for not writing and bitch about having nothing to say. Yeah, I hate those people. But instead of that, I will tell you about how I scared the shit out of myself last night. I was stumbling up to bed at about 11:30, …
It seems as though I woke up on the melancholy side of the bed this morning. Last night I had a dream about Ben Jones, a boy I loved in college. The dream was so fun and full of that special chemistry that makes you feel hopeful and alive that I was saddened to be …
Much to my dismay, I have found myself thinking about him a lot lately. It’s the time of the year. He comes back to haunt me in June and July. His name was Jason and while we never dated, we were sexy friends. I guess that’s the step that comes before friends with benefits, or …