“From big words to nothing.” I should write a book called that. And the subtitle would be The story of my fucking life. “Date Girl” disappeared for almost two days. I thought she had ghosted me and tried to figure out what the fuck I had done wrong. Perhaps she had found my blog and…
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I parked my bike outside the bar. I was a couple of minutes late, and my stomach was acting up. Clearly I was nervous. It was the moment of truth, the reality check. “Is this another waste of time?” I asked myself for the hundredth time, as I locked my bike. As I was getting…
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The next day after breaking up with L, I installed Tinder on my phone, created a profile and started swiping around. Went on my first date three days after that. And so it began. By now, almost ten months after that, I have been on around 25 dates. Some have been good, some have been…
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I stand in the middle of my living room, eating an apple while my anxiety eats my insides. I take a deep breath and look around. My pants and socks lie on the exact same place I threw them two nights ago. And, on the coffee table next to the sofabed, the necklace she forgot…
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T stared at me with her beautiful blue eyes. “You are different when you have sex. You are more… rough,” she said. “Oh, shit… I’m sorry,” I said, and put the fucking on hold. “Are you okay?” “Yes, it’s alright. I like it,” she replied, so I resumed the fucking. And the roughness of it….
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