In which I continue to use my date with Svetlana to explore my likes and dislikes.
I like most people. It’s not hard for me to muster attraction. But ugh.
I had a great date, and then, I found myself confronting how much I fucking hate rejection and abandoment. Even as it’s not clear that either is happening.
In which the highlight of my evening is scoring an umbrella.
Am I who I say I am? How could you possibly be sure?