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Two glasses of Champagne each and we leave the party.
Again, I’m a yucky, terrible person, but I am feeling way too “grown-up” to go to an apartment and meet a bunch of hipster roommates, all on Adderall or whatever.
I’m relieved to have an entire day/night of no writing and no lesbian kissing or contemplating. I watch 2.5 documentaries and order in of sushi.
I tell a few friends I have a date with a woman tonight.
I clean my apartment, clean out my fridge, call my family.
Now it’s time to shower, make myself smell like a fig, and go meet Rose.
I give her an update on my project and then I realize I’m that woman who keeps talking about how much work I have.