The original idea for this blog was supposed to encompass more than just politics. The whole four non-blogs thing. One of the other sections was supposed to be sex and dating advice. I’m a fan of the Savage Love podcast and my friends come to me for advice so I thought I’d throw my hat into the ring. Although, if you want to make it in the sex column advice world you need to be gay, a woman or both.
Anyway my female friends tell me these ridiculous stories about their dates. The name of this blog is the same advice I always give to my friends at the end of these freight trains of disaster: STOP F*CKING THAT GUY! (SFTG)
So your date tells you that he got drafted into and then kicked out of the army because he kept getting into barroom brawls: Stop f*cking that guy.
Your boyfriend cavalierly tells you that he’s cheated on his last three girls: Stop f*cking that guy.
Maybe your husband gives a lackluster performance at the first Presidential Debate: You threaten to stop f*cking that guy. Then the nation marvels at how much better he does at debate #2.
It’s a little rough but I think I’m on to something here.