Tag: dating
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The Silver Fox
I have a silver-haired suitor named Mick. He’s a fortysomething banker who proudly goes commando. As Sunday morning turns into afternoon, light fog permeates the air. A misty gray sky hangs above downtown. It’s calm after last night’s drinking crowd. Mick is driving me around in his ‘01 Beamer, six-foot-two frame squished behind the wheel.…
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Dicks, Diners, and Drives
Part One My phone is ringing. It’s 2 a.m. and no surprise – it’s Dan. I hear static…drunken shouting… and then…. Dan’s voice breaks through, but sounds like it’s coming from miles away. “HELLO YES -” Dan yells, “HELLO.” I’m laying in bed, picturing Dan. He’s holding his phone out in front of him like…
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Asshole in Sheep’s Clothing
Fresh pieces of a mutilated cat lay along Delaware Avenue. Its body has been crushed beneath bicycle tires. What was once a cat is now a torn-apart, unrecognizable mess. Stray cats slink up and lick the delicious cat-aver. Dripping ooze falls from their whiskered lips, as they devour their feline friend. Cat-ibalism. There’s one glittering…
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Travis’s Face
The time is ten years ago. My short-shorts clad self is pedaling frantically on a Huffy. I have gone in pursuit of a cigarette. The city is looking mildly pleasant today, I think to myself. I’m home for the summer from college, back to my parent’s abode. A hostage situation is going on down the block, and a SWAT team…
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Rave Scenes and Roadside Assistance
I’m in my apartment, waiting for my date James to arrive. We met a few days ago, after being isolated together at the LL Cool J concert. We had both been day drinking with my downstairs neighbors beforehand. I guess we must have lost track of the rest of them, because we ended up in…
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Names Have Been Changed to Protect the Innocent
A fire burns inside of #54. It’s a soft, welcoming cocoon of holiday cheer. Outside, snowflakes ferociously converge like bumblebees, and I hope Dan will get here soon. He’s my date for the night, to the Pearl Street Grill Christmas Party. I’m hoping that he gets here soon, because I’m ever-so-steadily sipping bourbon from a…
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