can't keep track of the players without a scorecard...
since my old friend bernstein has moved back to san francisco, we've been reminiscing and talking about all the old boys and good times of the past. here's the primer on my boyfriends--or, if that term doesn't fit, at least boys that i slept with for long enough that they made some type of impression on me.
maybe writing it down will help me to keep from making the same mistakes even MORE times.
next in line?