“Come.”I am tired, exhausted really, feeling soundly beaten by my day. All day I’ve tried in vain to search for some sort of goodness to be salvaged from the wreckage of everything that has happened since the sun came up. There is none.“The day will be over soon.”For that I am grateful. I want nothing … Continue reading Come.
Category: Living Single
In a 90s kinda world, I’m glad I got my girls.
The One Where I Become a Mechanic
When I was younger I used to fix cars with my daddy. My daddy is no mechanic, but he knows how to do more than a few things to a car. And there were plenty of days that he came up with a reason for me to be in the sweltering garage with him, holding … Continue reading The One Where I Become a Mechanic
The One Where I End up in the Emergency Room
Today, a change of pace; a date where I am an absolute mess.In case you’ve missed it, I have a penchant for wearing heels. High heels. Five inches or better. Three inch heels are flats to me. I am also quite tiny, so in situations where I desire to be the height of a normal sized person, … Continue reading The One Where I End up in the Emergency Room
The One Where his Girlfriend Shows Up
In retrospect, I should have known something wasn’t right. He was a bit too reliable. And I don’t mean that in an I-am-jaded-so-I-look-for-issues-even-when-none-exist kinda way. I mean he was always too… punctual. If he said he was going to call at 6, he called AT 6. If he told me to call him at 3:42 … Continue reading The One Where his Girlfriend Shows Up
The One Where he Sobs into his Pasta
Exactly 15 seconds into the date, I knew I wanted to sleep with see this guy again. Ever since the moment I saw him standing in the lobby of my dorm, apologizing for not parking closer and throwing his heavy overcoat over my head so that my hair didn’t get wet in the rain, I … Continue reading The One Where he Sobs into his Pasta
Flirting Fail
Because I am a serial under dater, a lot of my skills have gone to shit. Before I tell you what an embarrassment I am to my former self, let me explain the concept of “under dating.” By that I don’t mean I don’t date enough (though, if I ever want to have a whorish … Continue reading Flirting Fail
The Metaphorical Ready
I am lucky to have older friends who reflect back to me that life in your twenties is not as life will be forever. Granted, that means that it won’t always be cool for you to split to Vegas on a random weekend, and do things that you wouldn’t dare tell even your friendly neighborhood … Continue reading The Metaphorical Ready
Crushed
On Sundays, I clean.I also assiduously avoid talking to people who are not QQ if I can. Sunday is my day to relax and unwind, to decompress and prepare for my week. For as many hours as I can manage, I let myself become the center of my own universe, cleaning my space, performing a … Continue reading Crushed
Tied Up
This is a story in three parts. The first part is here. The second is here. The entire backstory of this saga is here.This is the finale.I want to disappear.I know this before I even make it back across town. Before I realize I’ve cried so hard that my eyes are nearly swollen shut. Before I … Continue reading Tied Up
Body Count Politics
Once, I asked my ex about her body count. She steadfastly refused to tell me. Like, would not even entertain my question, and actually got upset that I asked. At the time, I was irritated as hell because I thought this was just the latest example of her bullheaded insistence on keeping to herself anything … Continue reading Body Count Politics
