The series so far — She left her boyfriend and arrived in Rome with only one plan — to begin eating, praying and f*cking her way through Europe, so that she might have fun sexual adventures and something to write about and for you to enjoy. This is how it’s going so far. My First Italian Sausage Even more delicious than I had dreamed it would be!medium.com When In Rome, Don’t Wear A Short Skirt Unless you want to start a riot and get your cardio workout for the daymedium.com

Invite me to be your third and I’ll show you exactly how. — Yeah, I think I’ve messed up every threesome I’ve ever been in. They always start so promising. Oh, we’re being so adventurous and daring! Blurring the lines. Yeah, baby. They end up always in exactly this place: “Well, that was f*cking awkward.” Never mind. If you study what NOT to…

Pretending your lover is someone else can be fun. It can also be addictive. — It Was Great — At First My wonderful boyfriend Oliver with his kind of overweight Dad bod, would pretend to be this “worker”, who did a manly job and spent a lot of time in the gym. See, Oliver does an office job and spends a lot of time in Italian restaurants shoveling down pasta. But…

I dip my toe into polyamory. — One thing I love about summer is the return of the lithe and panthery 18 to 21-year-old dudes in my neighborhood. I live in a neighborhood with many families. In the summer, these returned lads are stuck inside with their moms and dads and they have a lot of pent…

I was no blushing bride, that’s for sure — Well, ladies, I hope you are enjoying my new jacuzzi. I want to raise a glass to all of you, thank you, you are my posse, my babes. And thank you for christening this wonderful hot tub with me and drinking — what, we’ve already put away five of these…

Stop giving it away for free! — There are friends with benefits, yes. And there are things called fuck buddies. I’m talking about something more old-fashioned — when a guy “uses” the female simply to satisfy his needs, but she thinks he’s her boyfriend. Don’t get me wrong. There are some sex worker-john relationships that work great…

They can get pretty off the hook — Guess what, you bachelors getting ready for the arrival of the strippers? Most of those girls have to get high beforehand, that’s the only way they can stand it. If we’re not high, you guys seem like such a bunch of morons we almost want to puke when we show…

This morning I’m going to tell my husband all about it. — “Here you go honey,” I said last night when I handed him the ring. “Oh, you going out?” “Yeah, I have a date,” I said. “Sorry, I forgot to tell you this morning. I’m meeting this guy from Tinder.” “Awesome,” he said, taking the ring and putting it in the…

But they are kind of rape-y. Will I lose my feminist card? — They’re not new. I had them in high school. The fantasy always involved an older, very strong male who ordered me to take my clothes off one item at a time. There was never a threat of violence, and it played out like a little power game we were engaging…