I was standing at a bus stop in central London when I spotted David Tennant from Doctor Who. Being a fan of the show I decided to sidle up to him and say hello, maybe drop him my card - who knows where it might lead? My luck could be in!

I nudged my way through the queue and crept up beside David. I innocently asked him when the No. 21 was arriving. He turned and smiled, said he didn’t know but he was waiting for it too, have you been waiting long? Great, I had his attention! I’m talking to David Tennant from Doctor Who!

We began chatting about the weather and the news, my nerves at meeting The Doctor himself diminished. His voice sounded a lot deeper than it did on the telly, but people are often different in real life, I figured. 

We've all heard that men are from Mars, women are from Venus. But when it comes to what really divides the sexes, TV is the final frontier. I believe that the real problem of miscommunication between the sexes is that when it comes to the TV programs we favor ... Men are from Genocide, Women are from Lifetime (Channel for Women).

Ladies, do you have this particular problem with your husband? You want to spend a cozy evening together, feeding each other popcorn and snuggling up like two bunnies in a burrow, only it is impossible, because he always wants to watch something dripping in gore while you want to watch something dripping in chocolate (Top Chef), dripping in lace (Project Runway), or dripping in schmaltz (A Lifetime Original movie about a woman with six kids who battles breast cancer against the odds).

A continuation of Chapter 2 in Suzy Soro's unreleased book.

Suzy gets engaged to Scotty and they move back home for the summer after their Sophomore year.  Susie wants to write and Scotty is indifferent.  She writes 50 letters that summer, he writes 7. As the big date draws closer, Suzy's parents try to bring her back to reality ...

We continue now with more of Chapter 2.

And now we continue with our next installment of Formerly Fun's BlogOpera.

When we last left off, the barista had made beach plans with our heroine.

In two hours.

He left to get ready and well, she buzzed through her "prettying" routine as fast as she could ...

- F. Lawrence Caslin

(excerpted from a fake live radio broadcast)

F. Lawrence Caslin:  We're here again with unknown author, Ross Cavins, to talk about his new book release, "Follow The Money."

Ross Cavins:  Why you gotta introduce me like that?

Caslin:  Like what?

Ross Cavins:  Unknown.  That's not very--

Caslin:  Nobody knows who you are.  That's what unknown means.  (snickers at engineer)

Ross Cavins:  Bull.  I have hundreds of Facebook friends.  I'm not exactly unknown.

Dear Obnoxious Make-out Couple,

Let me begin by saying this is certainly not a statement of jealousy*. The way you two flaunt about the gym like true love does exist - shame on you.

You, Mrs. Lady. Really, you should stop flaunting your banana rack. It's downright repulsing**. You spend too much of your time boasting your slightly curved and torpedo-like breasts. Shame on you. It's not like any of us guys*** have the desire to watch you bounce, smiling as you walk by, always smelling so good.