Sometimes it’s 11 p.m. and the boy you’re smitten with emerges from the office, where he’s been studying, and says, “Want to go for a drive?” because he’s got to run some fancy magic juice through his gas tank so he can pass his emissions test in the morning. And that is how you will find yourself going east, east, east, and telling him to drive you past your very first Memphis apartment, which gives…
Manfred, via text message: You’re all I think about unless I have to pee. Then I think about that.
He stirs early, then comes back to me, sometimes with coffee on his breath. His hair is usually damp by then, and mussed. He wears black socks on his feet under pressed slacks. I like to watch him tie his tie, consider the results, and retie if needed. A few more sips of coffee and he’s looking at the clock on his phone, cussing at the minutes. Where did they go? I stand on the…
This is one of the sweetest things I have ever seen: Congratulations to Mary and Kepa! May you have many, many happy years together.
That’s been the name of my game lately, it seems. My sister’s ordeal has been its own beast, and one that has not yet been fully tamed. She’s coping. I’m coping. We’re all coping. We are mining hope like it’s our job and so far it has either actually helped or made it seem that way. But there is other uncertainty around. It swirls up from the bottom like creamer in my coffee, making things…
I’m working on this story about a boy and a girl who like each other but the boy has these weird hangups where he is absent during important moments in the girl’s life. Times like when she needs help moving, when she throws her housewarming, that time she has to drive herself to the emergency room, those times her out-of-town friends come to visit and to meet her other friends, that party she throws, that…
My grandmother is trying to fix me up with a boy. Who lives in Australia. No, really.
My comment got to be a bit too long for this post, so I decided to pull it out and continue the discussion here. One problem with this column is that it presupposes so much based on stereotypical assumptions that it’s basically meaningless. What about men with low sex drives? What about women with high sex drives? What about men who like talking about emotional stuff with their partners? What about lesbians and gay men?…
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