It was my eighteenth birthday, and I was going to die a virgin. Not because I was sick or, lived in a war torn country, and had to hunt for my food. But, because I’m a geek. It didn’t matter if you called me nerd, loser, bookworm, or dork. I wasn’t getting laid either way.
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I'm an award winning writer, that cuts hair to pay the bills.
I live with my longtime love, binge watch shows like 'Breaking Bad', and take pictures of my tuxedo cat, Madam Bijou.
As a Navy Brat I've moved over ten times in my life the longest of which was Annapolis, Maryland, but as an adult I've made Houston, Texas my home. I miss the seasons changing and crab cakes, but I do not miss shoveling my car out of snow.
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