Frosty Pink Lipstick: A Middle-Aged Divorcee's Search for True Love in LA (and other humiliations)

Nothing signifies the hopeless optimism of the middle-aged divorcee quite like frosty pink lipstick.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Question

This morning I stood in the back of a long line at Starbucks next to a hot guy who chatted me up. Question: How long can I suck in my gut before I should worry about passing out from the exertion?
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