I feel bad for most people because I’m spoiled at my job. I wear jeans and hats, I get to tell jokes, watching TV and reading is encouraged and I create things.
I like to consider myself a man of the world. I find art fascinating; just say the word “expressionism” and you sound smart. I do enjoy the travel and history shows, but music is one area that I don’t delve deeply into as often as I would like.
Henry Miller said the best way to get over a woman is to turn her into literature. Currently, I’m getting over a meaningful but failed relationship so this column is more for than the brokenhearted than ever.
Fear not folks, I’m back! It’s been a bit but it’s because I’ve been scouring the country all in the name of educating the youth about the endless possibilities of deliciousness.
This week’s story is pretty sad and pretty brief. It all starts on a Wednesday afternoon.
You can say a lot of things about me. You can start with handsome, caring, talented and hilarious. What you can’t say is that I’m fancy – high maintenance, yes, but fancy? No.
Fellas, let’s be honest. Everyone knows women wield most of the power in any relationship. I mean you would think Jeannie in I Dream of Jeannie would do whatever Major Nelson said, but you would be wrong.
As I’m getting to know you, you’re getting to know me. I hope it’s been good thus far but today might change that.
Do you remember the ‘choose your own adventure’ books? These books had you start a scenario and you basically wrote your own ending by the choices you made.
For me it all starts with good beer. Hey, you’re not going out to a bar to watch the game or hosting a party, so splurge. What I like to do is go with two solid beers. I recommend sticking with microbrews. The beer scene in the Philadelphia area is bountiful.