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Draw Me A Cutie

April 3, 2017

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There was an art supply store by the railroad tracks. Sounds like a country music song, if country music songwriters could also draw. I would go there every now and then to pick up an item I remembered from the art classes I’d taken at school. You’d be surprised how often a knowledge of art […]

Check Your Messages

March 18, 2017

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For some reason that I’m not entirely sure I can explain, while surfing from site to site doing research on Scwhinn hybrid bicycles last night, I found myself on the website of the college I attended. It was a bizarre place to land during a search for something completely unrelated. The kind of thing that […]

Texting Jode

March 14, 2017

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Jode was a boy. Age nineteen. He sent me a message on a dating site. I’m not sure which one it was, but it was definitely a dating site, and not a hookup app. This I know for certain, because I do not use, have never used, one of those. His message was sweet. Telling […]

Ian

January 3, 2017

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New Year’s Day is here. Time to make the list of things to accomplish in the next twelve months, but also to look back on the past, and not just one year. This is a time when romance springs to mind, as in romantic partners. Romantic partners of the past. If you are single, as […]

He’s a Dream

September 10, 2016

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Mitch and I have not met, although I know who he is. We connected once, briefly, online. Years ago. His photo was handsome, his profile perfect. “Do they make guys like you single? I thought your type came out of the box already with a boyfriend.” He wrote back. “Haha! That is the nicest compliment […]

Train Spotting

January 6, 2016

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That guy is cute. Dark hair. Strong cheekbones. He’s handsome. Dressed in black. Leaning against the train window, looking at the passing scenery. While I’m looking at him. He looks familiar. Hold on. That’s not some cute guy. That’s me. Riding on the Long Island Railroad heading into Manhattan. I was looking down the aisle […]

Waltz with a Russian

August 31, 2015

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So, I’ve got this crazy Russian friend. Let’s call him Dochev. It’s been a while that we have been dancing around one another, but the music stopped for a few years in the middle. Now it’s back on, and I’m not sure just how close to hold him. We met early one chilly morning in […]