It happened far too many times on the book tour. After a reading from my memoir about turning 50 as a single woman (Oh the places I’d gone! The adventures I’d had! The men I’d slept with!), I’d open the floor to questions from the predominantly female audience.
In addition to queries about writing, the publishing world, and the true names of my lovers, I could count on at least one from a 20- or 30-something, clutching her purse anxiously: “Um, can you tell me where I can go to meet guys in the Bay Area?”
Not only that, lit lovers were torn, too, as they tarried between the Litquake event at the Verdi Club and the sorta nearby Elbo Room for the latest installment of Opium Magazine’s Literary Death Match.
Oh, decisions. Such dark, difficult decisions. Nevermore!