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Arianne Cohen Archive

The 29-Year-Old Desperately in Love With a 19-Year-Old

Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the 29-Year-Old Desperately in Love With a 19-Year-Old: Female, Bensonhurst, straight. DAY ONE 10:30 a.m.: He calls me from work, and I ignore the call on purpose to seem not so interested. He's 19, and I'm 29. This is my tactic to keep him interested and wondering what I'm doing. 10:33 a.m.:: Two minutes later I feel stupid for not answering his call because I really want to hear his voice. I contemplate on whether to return his phone call, but don't. 5 p.m.: I return his call, knowing he's not going to answer because he is on the train coming home from work. I leave him a voice mail asking him to call me back when he hears this. I wish he would come over tonight, but he's very inconsistent.

The Hot, Everything-But Guy

Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Hot, Everything-But Guy: 26, male, Chelsea, gay, single. DAY ONE 7:05 a.m.: Wake up an hour before alarm, ugh. I need to pee. 7:10 a.m.: Once the morning wood deflates, I climb down stairs from my loft bed, put on boxers, and scurry out of apartment into hallway to the shared bathroom. 7:45 a.m.: Making yummy omelette with hot peppers when I hear sounds of flip-flops flip-flopping from the hall. I look through the peephole with a clear view of hallway to the shared shower hoping for Hot Neighbor in apartment #4 or guy above me in #10. Nope, it's just Cliff.

The Temporarily Celibate Actress

Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Temporarily Celibate Actress: 23, female, Astoria, straight, single. DAY ONE 10:13 a.m.: Co-worker from my part-time job resurfaces from her walk of shame and begins to give me details of her date last night. I am living vicariously through her. I walk away before I get TMI (too much information). 12:04 p.m.: Working out at the gym during lunch has sufficed to get rid of my sexual frustration, since I don’t seem to do sex lately. I’ve only slept with one guy and am singly in pursuit of lucky number two. The gym provides eye candy, although working out in the theater district leaves me constantly questioning what team they’re on. 12:23 p.m.: Male co-worker is scoping me out as I am elliptical-ing and wording lines to myself to memorize my audition for the end of the week. He asks me if I’m working later. I would probably hook up with him if he didn’t already have a kid.

The S&M Comedian

Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the S&M Comedian: 27, male, Midtown East, straight, single. DAY ONE 8 p.m.: Meet Jen for dinner. 10:25 p.m.: Back at my place and Jen tells me she is sleepy from the wine. 10:30 p.m.: We go to the bedroom, and I put a leather collar on her for the first time. She gives me that loving submissive look. Tie her hands behind her back with rope.

The Multi-Orgasmic Woman Test-driving a Potential New Boyfriend

Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Multi-Orgasmic Woman Test-driving a Potential New Boyfriend: 23, female, Greenwich Village, straight. DAY ONE 5 a.m.: Suffering from insomnia, horny. Contemplate how I’ve been single for over a year after an intense three-year relationship, burnt out on casual/drunk/let’s-just-be-fuck-buddies sex. Realize Potential New Boyfriend is just finishing his shift at Über-trendy restaurant. Send booty-call text. 6 a.m.: Potential BF arrives smelling like truffle oil. He suggests he shower, I respond by yanking him on top of me. He tastes like red wine. Excellent sex ensues.

The Single and Lonely Hot Actor

Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Single and Lonely Hot Actor: 32, male, Manhattan, straight. DAY ONE 8:32 p.m.: I am sitting at the Union Square Starbucks fidgeting, and avoiding eye contact of a brunette, who seems to be tirelessly staring at me. 8:47 p.m.: Brunette left. I'm too lazy to hunt these days. Today the doe lives. The alpha male retreats. I've been single for two years or so. I've dated a lot, but I'm single. I just want someone to wake up to on a daily basis. 10:30 p.m.: In bed. Thinking of Ashley, a girl I dated for four months. We have not spoken for about five years. I think she didn't trust me. Or thought maybe that I was unreliable. She's my One Who Got Away. I wanted a life with that woman. Something tells me she is lonely. Very lonely. Obviously.

The Ivy League Co-ed Who Has Orgasms in Her Sleep

Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Ivy Leaguer Who Has Orgasms in Her Sleep: 19, Manhattan, female, straight, single. DAY ONE 10 p.m.: Banker Guy, a friend I sporadically spoon with, calls me. He's just left work, which I find ridiculous. Inform him that I'm going to picket his company headquarters in a "Free Banker Guy" T-shirt. Make vague plans to hang out. 11 p.m.: Turns out Banker Guy and I are headed to the same NYU dorm. Hug hello awkwardly in front of ten of his friends. Before splitting up, we make tentative late-night plans. I get the feeling he's going to flake. 12:30 a.m.: Cute friend comes over to my place. Hangs with my gay roomie and me. I'm tipsy after one glass of Champagne. Make a joke about sleeping with cute friend. He kindly rejects me: "That would be letting the rumor mill win." Apparently, people already think he's a notch on my bedpost. 3 a.m.: Cute friend leaves. Sadly, our friendship will not be heading toward the bedroom anytime soon. 3:15 a.m.: Banker Guy texts, "Sorry babe." Knew it.

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