totallytyler

Professional martini drinker and boy kisser. Author of Your Boyfriend & Other Guys I've Kissed and Boys, Booze & Booty Calls, in stores and on Amazon now!

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I WANT TO BE A PX!

Filed in Blog by on June 17, 2013 0 Comments
I WANT TO BE A PX!

I turn 40 in a few weeks and I feel like I’m supposed to have some sort of monumental and indulgent celebration. Or maybe I should do something I’ve never done before, like take a cruise to a faraway exotic land or go sky diving or date a white guy. Instead, I’ll probably end up [...]

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SLEEPING BEAUTY

Filed in Gay Stuff by on April 19, 2013 0 Comments

A girl with purple hair and a nose ring shimmied in front of Ethan and giggled when she saw that he was asleep. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Dang it, I thought. The evening was going so well. Dinner was flawless! Our conversation was effortless! Our chemistry was palpable! We even made out [...]

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SLEEPING THROUGH THE CHAOS

Filed in Gay Stuff by on April 15, 2013 0 Comments
SLEEPING THROUGH THE CHAOS

For our second date, instead of dinner at a restaurant, I took Ethan for a dinner served by one of those hip and trendy underground supper clubs. Just a couple of hours before the dinner, we were given an address in NoHo, which turned out to be a humungous loft that, by day, is an [...]

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MY DATE WITH A NARCOLEPTIC, PART 4

Filed in Gay Stuff by on April 11, 2013 0 Comments
MY DATE WITH A NARCOLEPTIC, PART 4

As the icy wind swept up from the Hudson River, Ethan and I waited in the taxi queue at the Hoboken PATH station. The line was ungodly long, and I wasn’t necessarily happy to be surrounded by obnoxiously loud and drunk Jersey frat muscle heads with poor grammar. “I thought you lived close,” I said [...]

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MY DATE WITH A NARCOLEPTIC, PART 3

Filed in Gay Stuff by on April 10, 2013 0 Comments
MY DATE WITH A NARCOLEPTIC, PART 3

When Ethan and I tumbled out of the taxi at 14th Street, our noses immediately detected the familiar aroma of McDonald’s French fries. We looked at one another and simultaneously said, “Chicken McNuggets!” We fell into each other with laughter. I objected at first. We had just had dinner five hours earlier and I feared [...]

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