I’m dripping with sweat. My skin feels like the surface of a freshly baked cookie; warm to the touch, with the promise of crisping.
It’s a Tuesday. I’m sitting in Fullsteam, carefully sipping a plastic cup of water. I check my phone. She’s on her way.
It’s a Thursday evening, at dusk. The residential street I’m walking down is lovely. Cozy homes snuggled into hilltops. Vibrant red and yellow leaves scattered beneath cars, aside curbs.
One of the first things I do in an unfamiliar city? Scout a coffee shop. Stat.
Give Melissa an inch of directions, and she’ll walk a mile. Or six.
My dreams are coming true. As of February 4th, I’m officially working at the North Carolina Aquarium at Fort Fisher.
It’s a Sunday. Suspicious Minds, right off Elvis’s #1 hits album, is streaming on Tidal. “We can’t go on together,” he wails. “with suspicious minds…” My love for Elvis is one of my best guarded secrets. This isn’t a hipster thing, I once had an affinity for slick back hair – a strange, school girl…
This is literally posted in my Tinder profile – the next leg of an experiment to try online dating (with my own little twist, of course). If you’re reading this, hi! I’m not crazy. Well, a little. But everyone is a certain brand of crazy. I might be yours. Keep reading. I’m a relatively normal,…
If you didn’t read the post related to this, read it here. Or remain without context. Name: Melissa Other Aliases: Missy, Driftyland Missy, that girl who looks like Justin Bieber during his blonde phase. Sense of Humor: A combination of Adventure Time, Futurama, South Park and Bob’s Burger’s references mixed in with the dark sarcasm…
Some dude that did things I should be doing, but worse.