It’s probably not a good thing when after sleeping with a woman, she says, “You know, this would make a great blog post.” Such is my life with women. But at least we were laughing by that point.

“Emily” and I had been flirting for almost a year. We’d been friends with benefits for four or five months, depending on when you started counting. But I have this awesome tendency of choosing the unavailable, screwed up, bisexual-but-male-leaning women.

But they’re so pretty.

And smart and funny and geeky and awesome. But never the easy ones. This time, that didn’t seem to matter. In fact, it worked out quite well most of the time. I hadn’t even filed for divorce yet after deciding that

This article appears in Jul 7-13, 2011.