I can’t exactly pinpoint the moment I nearly gave up on dating. But it was awhile ago. Sometime in the past four or five years, between a divorce, a trip to Iceland with a guy I had only dated for three months, a handful of relationships, countless awkward attempts at OKCupid and Tinder dates, drunk guys trying to pick…
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“All your life, you’ve never seen Woman, taken by the wind…”
I can’t get this place out of my head.
I bought a house! There’s no better way to celebrate than to select some tapestries to annoy delight my dear friend Claire, who has put me up for all this time.
I caught up on Girls, and now I want a tea set.
The beer bottle is wet. I wipe the condensation on my skirt, then take a drink. The bottle shakes in my hand. I put it down, and then read over the small, crinkled paper again.
When I was growing up, my grandmother lived in a four-story farm house.
A cold breeze, then, goose bumps. I wait for the beep beep beep of the timer to go off before asking Donna Moore, the Museum School Director, if she has her space heater.
I’m tired of playing hipster Mad Libs when it comes to trendy cafes, but I appreciate that this one lived up to it’s name.