Before I can swipe left, you call.
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Before I can swipe left, you call.
My friend Gina force-feeds me crackers while I’m in hysterics, riding the climax of a bad mushroom trip.
“I had a dream about you,” he said. How should I reply to that?
I felt impatient and rejected. I took a deep breath and blurted, “What’s going on? Why are you avoiding me?”
The abandoned hat stands beside an enormous pair of boots, behind a chain-link fence.
I was dating through Match.com. One date was visiting my home on a Saturday afternoon when her ex-husband raced into my driveway in his Jeep.