Quick date
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.
Read moreIt 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.
Read moreIt started badly. Annica offered her cheek, standoffish-ly. Her body language was closed, distant. She said I was defensive. But[…]
Read moreI don’t have many dates. Most of them are good. Great, even. I tend to go on dates only with[…]
Read moreWe walked into the dark bar. Neither of us was feeling especially revved for the date. We weren’t at our[…]
Read moreWe stood in the back of the crowded bar. We mused at how this kind of bar – a sort[…]
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