His name was Steven, too, though obviously spelled incorrectly. Twenty five, a chef, and living in a sick apartment with a rooftop lounge overlooking Brooklyn, he seemed pretty perfect. His photos and text message persona checked off all of my boxes, and my expectations were surpassed in person. I couldn’t be sure that our first night together wouldn’t be our […]Read more "How I Lost A Guy In 10 Days"
The sun’s hitting my face as it shines through the window of his bedroom, the morning after our first night together. I pay attention to the details, hoping to capture and remember every moment. I’m looking at the tops of buildings outside, and feeling the warmth of the sun’s rays on my skin, and the weight […]Read more "Don’t Play Hard To Get, BE Hard To Get"