breakups
If I let the toxic mess of my break-up define me, I am never going to be happy again.
anonymous single girl
Don’t tell a girl you want to put it in her ass unless you’re already naked and other sex has happened.
anonymous single girl
I feel a big black emptiness eating at my insides all of the time, and people keep telling me how amazing I look.
anonymous single girl
I don’t feel good, exactly. I don’t feel anything and that’s better than feeling bad.
anonymous single girl
More coke, forgetting to eat, heroin, some lesbian stuff, becoming best-friends with some of the finest bartenders in town, more forgetting to eat, a guy with a really weird dick and a few declarations of love.
anonymous single guy
Three events over the last two weeks have led me to make this my final journal entry.
anonymous single guy
You try to avoid looking at your ex's Facebook page. You try to avoid imagining that your ex is with someone else right now at this very moment. You try to be civil. But one or both of you are seriously hurt and because of that, there is no predicting how it will all sort itself out.
anonymous single guy
anonymous single guy
Or, "You are really, really gonna hate this entry."
anonymous single guy
I promised myself when I started dating again I would always be honest about my intentions. The policy seemed easy enough, if only because people rarely ask difficult questions early on.
anonymous single guy
Sometimes you choose to have sex even though it's a terrible fucking idea.
anonymous single guy
The erotic adventures of Anonymous Single Guy continue.
casual sex
Single Guy is a newly unattached 30-something living in New York City. These are his real journal entries.