July 5, 2010
Trying to fuck me. Trying to fuck her. Trying to fuck anything. Cynthia critiqued every man, one by one, as they passed in front of her. Sitting alone at the restaurant table, stirring her whiskey sour delicately, she waited impatiently for her blind date to show. He’s late. Fucking figures! Does he think I’m going […]
June 26, 2010
His outfit says I would date him, but his face? Not so much. We both stood on opposing ends of the aisle. Each of us looking at the same side of the shoe racks. Neither looked up at the other, but knew of her presence. Taking small, slow, precise steps towards one another, meeting close […]
April 25, 2013
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