Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Gal Who Looked for Love (or at Least Sex) Through a Computer Screen: 27, female, Crown Heights, straight, single, ticket-sales administrator.

DAY ONE
9:16 a.m.: New e-mail from my latest Craigslist buddy. He answered my ad wondering if it’s possible to meet a real guy on CL. He’s 27, doesn’t drink and doesn’t smoke, and has lived with his annulled wife for twelve years. Does that mean they’ve never had sex? I’m turned off. Computer freezes. Hit Ctrl + Alt + Del and go eat breakfast.
10:32 a.m.: I write porn reviews to make some extra cash on the side. Log on to Adult Maven and pick a movie. Big Black Wet Asses 2. I get wet watching it. Maybe because I can identify with the actresses.
11:36 a.m.: Construction-worker acquaintance texts that a girl who watches porn is priceless. I wonder if it’s priceless enough for him to stop by over lunch.

Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Musician with Lots of Ones, But No One-and-Only: freelance musician, 24, male, Fort Greene, straight. Commenters, put on your thinking caps and get ready to give some heartfelt advice!

DAY ONE
11:30 a.m.: Wake up, hung-over. Headache, stomachache. Attended a loft party in Williamsburg last night. Got hammered, chatted up some good-looking kids, went up to the roof and stared at the traffic gliding over the Williamsburg Bridge. Pretty standard, enjoyable, uneventful.
12:30 p.m.: Thinking about the ex. I’ve been single since spring 2007, when we called it quits, primarily due to the fact that she was still in school and I wasn’t, and there was just a mounting disconnect. We’re still very much in each other’s lives, despite the fact that neither of us knows in what capacity. I’m not entirely sure what I want.

Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the 33-Year-Old Yearning for His First Real Relationship: male, screenwriter and graduate student, Bay Ridge, gay, single.

DAY ONE
7:31 p.m.: Wake up with morning wood that won't go away. Don't have time to take care of it. Get showered and ready for an appointment.
10 a.m.: In the waiting room, I ponder the fact that I have been single for fifteen years. I have never had a serious relationship. I hope one day I will make a viable connection with another gay man who is attracted to me. However, because I have been single and independent for so long, I am not sure how to let others in.
Noon: Go to Coney Island Beach. I see plenty of half-naked men, with their assets for the world to see. I get very aroused. I wish I were with a guy, and we could hold hands and just be together. But I am surrounded by only herds of heterosexuals that are able to display ample signs of affection. Not me, which is frustrating to say the least.

Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Aspiring Cool Best Friend With Benefits: female, 25, producer, Hell’s Kitchen, straight, single.

DAY ONE
12:15 a.m.: Come home to my apartment with Pseudo Boyfriend. He’s my best friend of one year, best friend with benefits of six months. He recently said that he thinks I'm in love with him and he's not feeling that — he enjoys random hookups too much to settle down with anyone right now. I laughed it off — I've had my random hookups too! But I think he may be right.
12:20 a.m.: On my couch smoking and talking. We're a little buzzed from three drinks chugged at a too crowded club in midtown.
12:34 a.m.: My hand slips onto his thigh. A little playful poking turns into him getting me off with his fingers, me giving him a blow job. He seems winded afterward; tells me it was very good.
1:11 a.m.: Leaving, Pseudo says he doesn't want to see me for three days. He's got that hard-to-get asshole thing down pat, but he's also more fun to hook up with and better at it than any guy I've ever been with. Such is the appeal of the bad boy.

Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Blissfully Engaged Web Guy: male, 27, corporate-Website producer, Park Slope, straight, recently engaged.

DAY ONE
7:20 a.m.: Roll out of bed with the usual morning stiffness. Stare at my fiancée’s perfectly toned body as the sun hits her exposed back. Tell myself how lucky I am that I have a fiancée who’s a dancer. The best decision I ever made was asking her to marry me. Hard to leave.
7:45 a.m.: Elevator with an attractive woman definitely wearing the same clothes she was in the night before. Ah, walk of shame.
12:08 p.m.: Daydreaming at work. Imagine what would have happened if I’d ravaged my fiancée this morning. Now have to stay at my desk unless I want my coworkers to see my excitement.

Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Heartbroken Summer U.N. Intern: 20, female, heterosexual , Williamsburg.

DAY ONE
7:34 a.m.: My roommate leaves the apartment ridiculously early and wakes me up. I think of my now ex-boyfriend. Even though I'm basically having the ideal "living in the city" summer, any moment I sit, I get overcome by heart-wrenching … well, heartbreak. We broke up a month ago, just as the school year finished. I'm still hopelessly in love with him. I cry a little as I think about how he said my nickname and fight the urge to call him.
7:50 a.m.: Try to masturbate to make myself feel better. I can't get into it. This has been a common occurrence lately.
7:55 a.m.: Go back to sleep instead.
11 a.m.: Wake up to new text messages. One from my new bisexual friend whom I got drunk with last night, telling me that she just had the most amazing sex. Fuck. I hate living vicariously through people.

Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Rehabbing Mailroom Worker in an Open Relationship: 35, male, Upper West Side, straight, in relationship.

DAY ONE
1 p.m. Obsessing about on-and-off girlfriend, Vanessa, who broke up with me a couple of days ago at an event with her sister. She's a single mom that I fell in love with at outpatient rehab, after leaving my music-industry job to get a handle on crack and Ecstasy. The drugs are no longer an issue, but the sex and rock and roll are in full swing.
8 p.m. I spent the entire day wondering how it all went so wrong. I love her, love her baby, and her family wants to kill her for seeing me. The baby's father is older than her own father, and she can't keep the straw out of her nose.

Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Middle-School Teacher in an Open Relationship: Female, 25, Upper East Side, Straight.

DAY ONE
11:00 a.m.: Set dinner out with boyfriend for tomorrow. Though we’ve been dating for two years, cohabitation and marriage are still a ways off. I am enjoying weekends together, and amazing sex. And separate apartments.
1:07 p.m.: Quickly shut down middle schoolers’ discussion on ass slapping. Funny, but inappropriate for classroom. I had a similar ass-based conversation with own friends two weeks ago. Push aside feeling of hypocrisy.
3:40 p.m.: Meet friend, ostensibly for coffee, but in actuality, for monthly discussion of her boyfriend. Current problem: boyfriend’s proposal to move in together is unpalatable until boyfriend’s proposal of marriage occurs. Not being in the same place, relationship-wise, I inquire as to the non-tax, non-visa benefits of marriage.

Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Two-Timing Substitute Teacher With the Porn-Addict Friend: 30, male, Brooklyn, heterosexual, single.

DAY ONE
12:30 a.m.: After drinks with friends, I find myself extremely aroused. I call up Chloe, my "girlfriend" who I've been off and on with for a while. We haven't had the "girlfriend-boyfriend" talk. I ask to come over. She agrees. The bus ride over gives me a lot of time to think about what I want to do. I am ready to star in my own porn.
1 a.m.: She is geared and ready. (When we first started dating, we would tear each other's clothes off. Then we hit a dry spell. Now sometimes she's freaky; other times she's a born-again Christian majoring in celibacy.) Despite vodka, I'm able to hold myself up with my arms and get going.
1:10 a.m.: Reality sets in. On my back and her doing all the work. She seems game.

Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Potential Jehovah's Witness Co-ed: 21, female, Chelsea, straight, in relationship.

DAY ONE
1:10 a.m.: Boyfriend leaves to go back uptown. We've been dating for four months, but it just got serious. This is the most intense relationship I've been in yet, but we have a real strong emotional and mental bond, which makes leaving out the sex easier. Yes, folks, believe it or not, there are still celibate couples out there.
9:46 a.m.: Walk in horrendous storm to get crosstown to work. Consider hopping on the train and going uptown to snuggle in his warm bed.
5:40 p.m.: Boyfriend meets me at the music magazine where I work, and we walk to Lyfe Jennings listening session on Madison. Working definitely has the perks of special events.
12:33 a.m.: Make it uptown to snuggle and fall asleep talking about anything and everything. He's my best friend so it always feels good to finish the day off venting and speaking my mind to him.