2014

I abhor drama. So why does it keep finding me?

A recent exchange with the Rockette, and its satisfying conclusion.

Adam Phillips, on the futility of sexual jealousy.

She’s late, and I cycle through annoyance, gratitude, and want before she even arrives — from the wrong direction, dressed exactly as I asked.

On Tinder, I lead with something vaguely suggestive and slightly funny — and I mean every formulaic word of it.

A set of instructions for an evening.

I’ve never met Sofia, but I know her body — in fragments, in parts — better than I know most faces I see every day.

My three approaches to swiping on Tinder, from mindless to attentive — none of which, it turns out, makes much difference.

I meant what I said, but maybe not how you heard it.