Breaking up with a girl I wasn’t dating

A New York summer romance is a like a flash flood. The warnings, jarring and apparent, the dangers, intoxicating and isolating. And yet it ends as quickly as it appears, slowly fading into the summer remembrance, nagging at the ego and itching at the endless…

A Love Odyssey

I first saw you, in a garden, reading. You looked up at me, smiled and invited me to sit with you. We spoke for hours, but I…

Rent a Pussy — Commitment in 21st Century.

I made up a philosophy of freedom, from FOMO (fear of missing out), to the point that…

It’s the act that matters, not the outcome.

Finding Bae