fromthemouthofmoi

I have to get this one out. There are so many pieces that I am writing right now and so much going on in the world but this is the one that I wake up to each morning. Last year when my daily morning email arrived from, The NY Daily News, I quickly scanned the headlines and noticed the phrase: Headless Body in Topless Bar. The email only mentioned that the writer who'd coined that phrase had died. And then I heard someone knocking at my door and I failed to open the story or follow up on it at a later time. It was a phrase I was well familiar with and one that made me, as well as others, chuckle. What I did not know last year is that the writer of that phrase was a man I had dated back in the 1990's. Vincent Musetto. Everyone called him Vinnie. The only reason I didn't call him Vinnie is I think I started laughing when he suggested I call him Vinnie. It was such a goombah name and I couldn't say Vinnie without sounding like I was his Italian mother. And he introdu...

5'8" bi-racial female, full of piss and vinegar, seeks man to make her laugh. You: upbeat, employed, happy. Me: did I say tall?  Eons ago it was once suggested that I place a personal ad as a way of meeting people. I was aghast. Personal ads were for losers or people anxious to meet a serial killer. The friend suggested I try New York magazine's last page. I called the magazine and learned that a personal ad with the magazine ran about 200 bucks a word! At that price I decided that serial killers didn't have that sort of pocket money to invest in stalking. Instead I found the New York Press, a free weekly newspaper which offered free personal ads. At that time people wrote actual letters in response to an ad. They sent the letter to the newspaper and the newspaper forwarded the letters on to the person placing the ad.  I sure as heck wish it was still done that way. The caliber of person who writes a letter shoots up 100% in comparison to online dating through...