tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30015935833867503062011-04-21T16:28:08.255-04:00The trials of one man and his comical defeats at the hands of the opposite sex.Mr. Miss-haphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09814390465863868837noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001593583386750306.post-76327270432561296202009-01-18T13:38:00.007-05:002009-01-18T14:56:15.246-05:00

The idea for this blog can be attributed to one event. This scene is not long past, still fresh enough to come up in casual conversation. And quite frankly this sort of thing was, and is, nothing new in my life. See I have always somehow been a magnet for public humiliation. I'm the guy who drops his tray in a crowded food court or trips over his own guitar cable during a live show, well those

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Welcome to Celibacy in the City. This is the chronicle of one man and his unfortunate, albeit comical, escapades with the opposite sex. This blog is dedicated first and foremost to my blunders; the public moments in my existence that were completely asinine on my part. More importantly how these tragic examples of modern life have ruined my chances of starting a conversation with various women;

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