I asked friends to meet me at the coffee shop because I didn't want to deal with the guy on my own. I wanted friends to hide behind. And I went an hour later than usual in hopes that he'd be gone by then. My stomach knotted as I parked, a tangle of anxiety (I …
Category: men
Then again, it might’ve been like this…
The thing about last week, about last Tuesday and the boundary challenged fellow in the coffee shop, is that it was an unusual day already. No. That's too dramatic. But there was a tiny incident. I believe I said no one ever hits on me. And this is true. I mean, really. But earlier that …
Wedding Rings and Other Symbols
How do you feel when someone of the opposite sex who you don't know strikes up a conversation with you? What do you assume? My first thought is usually something like, "Does this person want money?" Then I chastise myself not to be so cynical. I have another thought. "Is this person hitting on me?" …
Marta Bacon 