“Do you see a lot of celebrities?”
It was one of those things where I saw her for the first time in a very long time, my mother. Not visually, though that too, but I saw her.
“Street meat” isn’t a term for male prostitutes.
After a glass or two of whiskey, when I closed my eyes in that dark room on my 22nd birthday, I could feel her laying next to me. She was sound asleep as the boat rocked. Outside you could hear the water but in my heart you could hear the ocean.
Pick your battles.
It’s been oft discussed how difficult it is to read the signals of the opposite sex in regard to romance.
Regardless of our tendency to bottle up, heartbreak sucks for us, too.
It’s not about hating men.
“I just don’t see color!”