Sara LeeAnn Banevedes
…at your slightly-less-than-humble service.
Hello there and thanks a bunch for allowing me to impart my infinite wisdom and vast experience of men, so-called men, and boys for your reading pleasure. Or not. Frankly, it’s all about me and my pleasure; and, as it pleases me ever-so-much to rebut HIM, consider yourself cordially invited to play the voyeur and watch Nick and I go at it in print like bunny rabbits.
My daddy once told me, “there are plenty of fish in the sea, and he’s just an anchovy.” Neither of us could have known then just how many anchovies I’d taste in the 20 years that followed, but suffice it to say I’m quite the connoisseur. I like to think of it (for the sake of my own self-esteem) not as the fruitless forays of a lonely girl lusting for love and loving the lust, but as a social experiment. An experiment you may now benefit from. You’re welcome.
I’ve been the homemaker and the harlot, the blushing bride and divorcee, the cucquean and adulteress, the eager protégée and the mentor, alike… So, you can be assured that when it comes to long-term relationships, brief encounters, sexy sex – and the other kind, too – as well as parting company with (read “destroying”) the male persuasion, I’m a bit of a savant.