December 2014

A beautiful woman’s gaze on a street corner — forward, warm, unreadable.

A taxonomy of the women I don’t enjoy interacting with on Tinder, which is to say, nearly all of them.

The first time is always the best time. At least, in my imagination.

A fantasy of what I would have done to you, had you not been so frustrating. Polite, rough, and unfinished – just like us.

I give her an assignment. A detailed, demanding, arousing assignment.

A gorgeous woman from Tinder writes me for advice about her vanilla boyfriend. I do my best, conflicted as I am.

She never once tripped the wire of my fragile desire, and now she’s gone.