Dating Bradford: The Pause Button

I left his apartment for once, being given a kiss instead of a cumrag. It had been a wonderful first date, the kind where you don't feel awkward (that much), where you don't try to impress him (too much) and where you laugh a lot, wishing everything could stay on cruise control forever.

Dating Bradford: Dignifying Herpes

I don't care if it is simplex 1, I still feel like a leper when I have a mouth ulcer. I can't tell you how many times I've run to the clinic to get swabbed at $150 bucks a pop to hear the same "negative" results in terms of contagion.

Dating Bradford: The Sugar Daddy Dynamic

In my very early 20s (just yesterday, right?), I had a rich older boyfriend. He was the first love of my life, and we were happy for the majority of our three-year relationship.

While it was true that he paid for most big things, I was adamant about paying "my fair share." Starving artist that I was, this meant that I would buy our lunch at the sandwich shop and he would get our dinner at Le Cirque.