Love Your Job and All Those You Interact With at IT Dear diary, I̶’̶m̶ ̶a̶ ̶b̶u̶s̶y̶ ̶ Whoever knew a l̶o̶n̶e̶l̶y̶ simple Biotech Finance professional such as myself would find love- at work nevertheless. Office romances never last, but I’m convinced we can, even if I change companies. We can…

Import Miami, clubbing, vacation, python Import list_of_guys New_field= column.Addfields(communicate, text, casual thought, thought, emotion) For rows in guys: >If row.columnvalue(face_pretty) AND row.columnvalue(body_pretty)> 95th_percentile: #Perhaps put a breakpoint to allow document to filter out losers >>Then Continue > row= guys.rows >If row.columnvalue(“first_touch”) NOT= “recoil” >> Then continue >If row.columnvalue(“kiss”) > “bearable”: >>Then continue >comfort = guys.Nowanderingthoughtsinthemoment(1) > If row. Columnvalue(kiss)> comfort >>Then continue and guys.action(“kiss again”) >If row.timespent()< “12 hours”: >> row.delete() >> UNLESS guys.kiss.comfort() > “Any in memory” >If WHEN row.columnvalue((“Doubt”) = “morning_after_drug_effects”) >>AND row.columnvalue((“Thoughts”)= “maybe_just_the_drugs”) >> But row.columnvalue(Morningkiss.comfort) >1 >> Then continue >> IfNOT: >>> Then row.delete() i= print.row.columnvalue(“name”) If i.count()>0: ➢ Print “Don’t be sad that he’s gone, be happy it happened.” Print i

About two years ago, a friend encouraged me to join Big Gay Frisbee San Francisco. I had recently experienced a relationship status and career change, and was curious what it would be like to be friends and potentially sexual partners with fellow athletes. As a lifetime athlete, the idea of…

In addition to my full-time, white-collar job, I coach gymnastics. Recently, I asked an adult woman (for this article, her name is Maria) in my class to walk across the balance beam. Maria looked as if she had seen a ghost. As she approached the balance beam, her coordination weakened…

Sup, Beer? Coffee? A pint or a cup? Ur chill?! I’m chill! Let’s totz meet up!! It must be fate- WE BOTH LOVE CHEESE! The lust evolves to birds and bees. The slipper get buffed, His pumpkin get’s stuffed, When I think: “Alright, that’s rather enough” I swoon for his morning wood and scruff. Our words blossom like rose, We sync bodies and prose. My feelings lifts like a boner in chest. I shake- Mike J Fox- unable to rest. The verdict is in, a sentence once more, The guilt of the feels, there’s orange galore. I’ve fallen in lust, Move forward we must. Cuz it’s love- TRUST!

There He Was- A Halloween Love-ish Story There he was. In the romantic, 4am glow of a San Francisco after party, I saw him. We were both dressed in traditional “slutty [something]” half naked, Halloween attire that showed off our illustrious creativity. And abs. The fantasy was real, and so…