Entry Nine:  Big Dick Energy, Small Dick Results: The Disastrous Shit-Show of Dating in Your 40s

“I THEN DROPPED A DEAR TRAVEL GOAL—VISITING GERMANY. I WENT OFF ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE STUDYING WWII HISTORY AND HOW FASICNATED I AM BY THAT TIME PERIOD. I TOLD HIM I WANTED TO SEE THE CONCENTRATION CAMPS, WALK THE BEACHES OF NORMANDY, AND JUST DO ALL THE THINGS—TAKE IT ALL IN, EVERY GUT-WRENCHING, HISTORICALLY SIGNIFICANT PART OF IT.

ONLY TO REMEMBER, A LITTLE TOO-FUCKING-LATE—THAT THE MAN IS JEWISH...”