With a reputation for being notorious Lotharios, most treat women like fresh meat out of the boat; they appear starved of female companionship and a woman is like a beautiful siren calling them to their deaths.
Initially they will treat you like a goddess, but keeping their attention can be problematic; that first burst of wild untamed passion can soon slide into apathy and misogynistic expectations if you don’t keep them on their toes.
Even after the wild success of his first memoir, “Running With Scissors,” in 2002, Augusten Burroughs is still plagued by catastrophe and drama.
Bar exam and post-bar job-plan talk in the Pitt Law School break room ramped up in my third year and I wanted to be part of the conversation if not for anything other than acceptance and validation.
On the bright side, Burroughs continues to have plenty to write about.
In his new book, “Lust and Wonder,” Burroughs chronicles his attempt, and spectacular failure, at having a normal life.
It was a foregone conclusion to me that I would fail, as I felt I had in all other aspects of my life.
I did resolve to myself that for those two weeks of studying, I would not drink.