Are you writing about me?

Are you writing about me?

There she was, sitting in La Colombe. Typing away on her marble-skinned MacBook wearing thick, square glasses. Ray Bans, perhaps. Thick, dark hair pulled back in a messy ponytail with a wool gray scarf draped around her neck sipping on what seems to be a cappuccino. Or maybe a latte. Cafe au lait? I'm not sure. Every few seconds she looks up from her [...]

To you, I’m just a “sort of”

To you, I’m just a “sort of”

He usually texts at around 2am. Sometimes I'll receive a sober phone call in the afternoon to "say hi," and other times it's a 4am, "Hey, what's up?" text. Never consistent, never expected, never sought after. I don't wait by the phone for a message to pop up. His name seems to be slightly larger than [...]

I went on a date with a 30-something and the world didn’t explode.

I went on a date with a 30-something and the world didn’t explode.

The last time I went on a date with an age gap, I was a sophomore in college. Blissfully unaware of decent vodkas, 401ks, and the tackiness of my fake Long Champ. He was 27, I was 20. At the time this age gap seemed astronomical. Like, 7 years?! Omg he was legally able to drink when [...]