I’d never heard a house music remix of Taylor Swift before. I tried not to listen as she crooned about how we were…
She was curious about the pig in my online dating profile — a hobby I’ve very reluctantly been indulging in to meet new people. We…
The blood was rushing from my face and around my left ring-finger was a cocktail napkin growing more red with each passing heartbeat…
Every single piñata on the ceiling had dead eyes. Not like the dead eyes strippers give you as you’re tucking a $20 in their ass for…
“I’m going to need you to keep it moving.” He said.
I noticed the three of them staring at me first. As I raised the cider to my face, I tilted the blood red swill a little bit in…
“There’s no stigma here. Not even for online dating.” Paul said. He’s a spectacled bartender at the friendly neighborhood…
Half of my beard is exceptionally wet from the drool running down my face. It’s somewhere past 3:30 in the morning. I’ve been…