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Category Archives: Got Game?

Please someone make this for me…

Here is a recipe for something that sounds good. Whoever makes this for me PLEASE DO NOT add raisins. Bread pudding 2 cups half and half 1 15-ounce can pure pumpkin 1 cup (packed) plus 2 tablespoons dark brown sugar 2 large eggs 1 1/2 teaspoons pumpkin pie spice 1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon 1 [...]

Maybe I spoke prematurely…

I went back on a call last night – the call was that I was going to take a break from going out, meeting women, things of that nature. Although my intent began innocent, Eats came in full force. A delightful tapas dinner began the evening, some friends + friends of friends. Several pitchers of [...]

if you have to ask, you aren’t…

…an AMOG*, that is; but I met one on Saturday night. After having several pleasant interactions all night (including, but not limited to, him calling me “lovely”, giving me a frindly squeeze on the shoulder, and me convincing him to join in the last Karaoke song, “at the request of the blonde girls over there”), [...]

A Desire to Help

A Desire to Help… Some people will always go the extra mile for a family member/friend/stranger. Those select few occupy personality traits somewhere between benefactor and mother. I’ve always been of the camp that believes in the golden rule. When I see someone in need, I have an instinct to help them. A couple of [...]

The First 120 Seconds

The first 120 seconds (some may say shorter) of an interaction with a stranger are the most important. At its most simplest two people will connect on physical appearance alone. Most of us do not fall into this category and rely on conversation to get things going. The goal of the first 120 seconds is [...]

Male-In-Residence

Until he gets his own posting rights, here’s a cut and paste of the big Eats’ first gaming entry. All you accidentalfeminists out there, I urge you to join the conversation and determine quickly whether Eats is a mysogynistic jerk (have you no compassion?!) or a classical tragic hero, destroyed by the very sensitivity that [...]