He walks through the door. A little earlier than I thought. Perhaps 15 minutes before I expected him.
I’m happy to see him, but I’m also mortified. Because he’s caught me just as I’m coming out of the shower. I suppose I’m technically dressed, but not really. Wearing an odd assemblage of clothes (one of my “hobo outfits”) on the way to changing into what I’m actually going to wear. » Read more
“So I know we talked about meeting in the afternoon, but are you free tomorrow evening?” I ask CC.
“Actually,” CC says. “I might be meeting up with a girl from OkCupid.”
“Ah,” I say.
“Provided she writes back to me. She hasn’t yet.”
I sigh. “Okay.” » Read more
What man loses by the social contract is his natural liberty and an unlimited right to everything he tries to get and succeeds in getting; what he gains is civil liberty and the proprietorship of all he possesses.
It is in order not to become victim of an assassin that we consent to die if we become assassins. » Read more
Sometimes we meet someone, and for no clear reason, we dislike them instantly. Or we’re incredibly jealous of them. Sometimes it’s both.
We do not come into relationships unbiased. Instead, we enter them as a collection of all of our life experiences. And those we vicariously witness. Through the lives of those close to us. » Read more
“A relationship coach?” she said, “Really? That’s cool.”
I smiled, not sure how to respond.
Luckily, she came to my rescue before the silence got awkward.
“I just knew you were some kind of teacher,” she said, scrutinizing the dye swatches. “You’re, like, teacherly. But not stuck up. » Read more