What I Did On My Summer Vacation...
The Guy Diet\Light My Fire\No Reservations
Okay, I confess. The whole thing started because I decided to go on a Guy Diet. Call it what it was—removing myself from the dating food chain altogether. Tossing out those superchunk hunks. Refusing to be seduced by those devil dogs. I was tired of the same old fast-food sex and I was ready for change.
My roommate, Paula, says penises are nonfattening and I'm a fool to give them up. I say there's nothing about them that doesn't bloat you and make you crazy, especially an unforeseen, unplanned pregnancy.
Paula says men are an all-you-can-eat buffet.
Enough with gorging myself on fast-food sex. It was time for a cleansing fast.
I wanted to find someone who could commit to more than just which shirt he'd wear the next morning.
So I came up with the idea of The Guy Diet.
Which I dreamed up because I write about food. You may even have read my column, The Grab-and-Go Gourmet.
I'm Lo Cavallero, Lo being short for LoAnne, which everyone thinks is Lou-Anne. So I ended the confusion and made it easier on everyone by dropping the Anne part.
In my real life, I sha ... read full excerpt from What I Did on My Summer Vacation... ebook
