So pretty much right after I last posted I told the percussionist that things needed to end. Here’s a list why:
1) I felt that he liked me a lot more than I liked him… 165 more words
The title of this blog sounds like a simple, almost silly question. And yet, I pose it today with some measure of serious thought, because if my experiences on Thursday morning are any indication, the simple act of holding open a door can be a lot more complicated than it seems. 685 more words
And you thought childhood was lonely.
It is an inevitable question on an already awkward first date, “So, do you have siblings?” they ask, “Nope…just me.” They look at you nodding thinking “strike one” and the conversation stops. 843 more words