Bachelorhood, Redux.

After trying to get women to be interested in me for my whole adult life, apparently I accidentally stumbled upon the formula. Be truly heartbroken, and use the phrase, “I’m not ready to date anyone yet” repeatedly. During the past hundred days, I’ve accumulated an incredibly awkward amount of phone numbers and Snapcodes (that’s a … Continue reading Bachelorhood, Redux.

A Hundred Days.

“Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.” It’s been a hundred days since Daisy and me ended. I can tell you that not because I’ve been obsessively keeping track of it with scratches on the wall like some prisoner, but because of … Continue reading A Hundred Days.

High Heat.

In order to light my stove you have to turn the knob past “HI” and get it to make that all too familiar clicking noise. Once you get that smell of gas and you finally see the flame, I dial back a notch and leave it on HI. I’ve been cooking a lot recently, not … Continue reading High Heat.