I Want To Follow Her

I run my thumb lightly under her shirt, over her hipbone the way she likes it. It’s an odd thing to like but I don’t ask questions. It’s the sharp intake of breath that makes me keep going, even though she gives me a Look, eyebrow angled up, to remind me we’re in a bar.

The Death Of Something

The death of something is testament to the fact that it was there in the first place.

Why, Serial Monogamists? Just…Why?

After you’ve started transitioning into an actual adult with bills and a bedtime and responsibilities, how does it still make sense to treat relationships like a game of musical chairs?

Would You Settle?

Is it okay to be with someone you love a little bit, or you love more as a friend, who doesn’t have you, as this Tom Ford ad campaign puts it, “incandescent with desire”?