May 032018

I sat at the bar. Ten seats away sat a woman with whom I had made out, one time. I hadn’t seen her in the months since that one time. Several men surrounded her, clamoring for her attention. Jealousy surged through my veins, pulsing, throbbing. I called her names (in my head). I called the […]

Dec 122015

So we talked. I learned much more. She learned much more. I don’t imagine anything, other than a deepening of our platonic bartender/drinker relationship will come of it. Which is (surprisingly, to me) fine by me. Don’t get me wrong – I’d like an enormous amount to come of it. But I’m not obsessing. I’m […]