The Melanie Boyer Interview – Part 2
Are you still hot and bothered from the first Melanie Boyer interview? Did you agree with the Washington City Paper’s About Last Night.. columnist’s quote:
I write about sex, but I also write about love, because I would be doing the human race a great disservice if all I did was write about sex and called that the extent of love.
Or better yet, did you catch the twist that she left for the Peace Corps after saying “no” to a marriage proposal? While she wins kudos in my book for being that commitment adverse, she’ll win points in your book with part two of the Melanie Boyer interview.
In this steamy follow-up, we’ll start before the jump with this warm-up question:
Wayan: How many men hit on you even more after they find out your are a dating/sex columnist? How many shy away. Percentages are fine, absolute numbers better.
Melanie: My educated guess is that 70 percent run for their lives and 30 percent kick it into hyper-drive. The latter are usually voyeurs to some degree, and are begging to see their name in an entry. The former usually don’t stick around long enough to give me their names, let alone their reasons for running.
Now that’s interesting! So how has writing for the City Paper impacted dating life?
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Oh my, it’s a wonderful way to completely tank your love life. 70 percent of men are automatically out (see above). The 30 percent that stick around either scour the blog like it’s a crime scene investigation, or they don’t read at all. There have been two that didn’t read at all- they said they wanted to get to know me the regular way, as opposed to through the blog, like the blog was a form of Cliff Notes.
One said he wasn’t interested in the sex columnist version of me- he said, “You’re not a sex columnist when you’re with me.” Which was true.
There was one who logged on, saw what I wrote about him, and lost his mind, justifiably so- I had been less than kind. He left a tirade of comments and battled it out with the rest of readers in the comments section for the next two days.
Another guy I was involved with got busted through the blog- he failed to tell me he had a girlfriend, and I wrote about him- she was a reader, recognized him through the details, and it got ugly from there.
At this point, I’ve made rules for myself: I don’t write about you if I’m dating you. Every now and again, I may slip in something small, but you’ll see it before it goes up. But when we break up, particularly if the break-up is conducted in any sort of heinous manner, you are fair game.
Have you lost any quality ones because of the blog?
I’m sure it’s happened. I’m sure there are men of quality who walked away when they heard what I do.
It’s odd, you know, to blog about someone. Going by the Post-Break-Up-Your-Fair-Game Rule, there are men who have been blogged about, and I always feel odd about it after the post goes up. I always think twice, thrice and four times before I put the posts up. I always wonder if they’re feelers are hurt when and if they see it. But it doesn’t stop me, so I’m either a cold bitch a writer who can’t resist a good story. Perhaps they’re one in the same.
I understand and walk that same fine line. While I love me some supermodels, I try to keep my personal life offline. I don’t hide my anti-smoking crusade though. On that note, will Smoke Free DC impact your dating life?
Yes, because I will go out dancing every single night and no one will stop me. My best friend is allergic to smoke- for real, she’s not just talking shit, it really puts her into a bad state, and she’s had all kinds of sinus surgeries, etc. etc. Which means we do a lot of dancing in our chairs at Open City. So when DC goes smoke free, we intend to fuck shit up.
Woohoo! I am all about hotties “fucking shit up” and better if they do it in style. Stylistically speaking, what panties are you wearing (if any) as you type this and do they give you a panty line? Do you care?
I’m wearing the ones that have a matching corset at home in my top drawer, and that’s the truth. Panty lines drive me crazy. Every time I see them, I want to tackle the offender and tell her what’s what. It’s not the outer lines that make me insane, it’s the horizontal line created by the seam in between the crotch and the rear-end. That one absolutely drives me to drink. And as I said, I’m not a big drinker.
Before you get that crazy, what about garters? I got me a garter fetish something bad.
Garters? They are for fun; they’re not really practical unless you’re wearing a long dress or skirt- they let your hose hang way too low. Thigh highs that stay up on their own are much better, although they leave a mark when you take them off.
You know dahling, this was fun, but do Metroblogging readers know I wrote about you on About Last Night…around July, August, or September? If your readers to find the post about you I’ll send whoever wins an About Last Night t-shirt.
Hot! But hotter still if you send them a dirty t-shirt!
Oh, it was in August. Right after I met you. And you actually pop up today as well, in the post that will go up in a matter of minutes.
Ooops, I actually just checked and it’s in July.
Pick your month, honey, and Metrobloggers, get to work! I never could find the reference myself…
I’m betting it’s either the guy from yoga class, or the habana village entry.
And great interview, Melanie! Thanks for doing this.
July 20 – goofy little boy. That’s the answer!
And yet, it isn’t goofy little boy, or yoga guy, or habana village, but don’t you wish it was habana village guy? That would be hilarious- Keep digging- it’s in July!
Now why hasn’t anyone guessed The Million-Dollar Multi-Orgasmic Male? It’s not me either, I am lucky to even have a $5 one, and solo at that, but y’all are cold not to play to my ego even for a second.
Some things, I don’t even want to think about, Wayan.
He’s clearly the devil.
July 18.
Two more guesses…
July 10 – just friends. (cos he’s just that kind of guy) or
July 31 – arm hair of a stranger on the bus. (he’s a hairy sort of dude – come on, nair on the back)
Ok, it’s still none of those, but you’re getting very close, Mr. A Fan.
He is a hairy sort of dude. And yes, let’s give the man a shout out: I’m going to get the Million Dollar Multi-Orgasmic Male. I’m wrong, but I’m going to give a man a shout out-
I disagree that garters aren’t practical.
I suppose it all depends on what you’re using them for, doesn’t it?
Any more hints Melanie? I can only say that I didn’t meet you till the tail end of July, and yet I still can’t find the reference to me. And you would think I would know myself best.
It’s not the goofy little boy, huh? Wayan’s got some awesome blue eyes and olive skin and a great white smile – can’t imagine that goofy little boy wasn’t him. But yet, he is the classic devil and he’s got hairy arms or the guy you want to fuck because there’s this chemistry but he’s a friend… it’s possible that the entries of July were all in reference to Wayan, even smelling great after Shower.
No pun intended, but I’m throwing in the towel. Waiting for the answer with abated breath…
Btw, I don’t know Wayan personally except through his e-musings – no mistakening that any one of the men you mention in your blog could be Wayan.
He does have the olive skin and the eyes, and the hairy arms. I see how this could be diffficult. I’m a bit hesistant to give it up, if you will. Let’s all remember I met Wayan when he was a scooch intoxicated. He was laying it on a little thick.
hmmm…look at a post called the Dog Ate My G-String.
I so deny any input into that post.
Slamming pole dancing? I would never dis a pole dancing woman, wife or not, no matter my sobriety. Talking about anal sex, now that’s a tad more plausible.
Did you just deliberately draw our attention to a magazine article in which you’re lying about your age, “Wayan, 29?”