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?
Why does marital status matter for casual sex? I don’t know, but for some, it DOES. I was so hopeful about this Brazilian beauty….
It was a Tinder date. I wasn’t especially optimistic, and, it turns out, I had good reason not to be especially optimistic. I really should trust my gut.