This is part 2. Part 1 is here.
I reminded my cousin of the short magician I met in my French class when I was in community college.
“Yeah,” I said.
I was talking to my cousin on the phone. She’d just come from a law school friend’s wedding in the Bay Area, an intimate affair up in the hills of Berkeley where, during cocktail hour, the bride had come up to her with a conspiratorial twinkle in her eye.
“There’s someone here I want to set you up with,” Ginny said, “He’s one of Harry’s best friends and my absolute favorite of all his friends.” Continue reading ““Could You Be With a Short Guy?””
An essay I began back when I was unemployed.
My mother is worried.
“If you find a job,” she says, “Then you can get engaged soon after.” Continue reading “Marry Me, Maybe?”
As you can tell from the photo above, yesterday’s ride to our anniversary dinner was filled with mutual love and romance.
It almost didn’t happen that way because we were running late and I couldn’t decide what to wear. Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts on Anniversaries”
Today marks our two-year anniversary.
I spent the morning on the phone. First with the New York State of Health to set straight some issues about my eligibility for health insurance. Since I was fired, things on that front have gotten a bit complicated. Continue reading “The Terrible Twos Doesn’t Just Affect Toddlers”
I used to think those people who sat alone at Starbucks writing on their laptops were pretentious posers. Now I know: They are people who have recently moved in with someone.
– Carrie Bradshaw, Sex and the City
In high school my friend Victor once told me about running into a classmate during his summer vacation. In Belgium. In a chocolate shop.
One evening before we moved in together, Tom came back from a dinner with some married friends and said, “Yeah, so apparently we’re going to fight a lot.” Continue reading “The Sunday Seven: On Moving In Together”
|The view atop Sargent Mountain in Acadia National Park, Maine|
This Saturday, Tom and I move in together. Continue reading “Why I Chose to Live in Sin (And So Should You!)”
“So you can get the next one?” my father sputtered. Later, I’d gone home and told him how the date had gone. Continue reading “My First Date Ever Was a Disaster”