Follow a young single man’s quest to court women in the big city and all the good and bad that comes with it.
We met at a bar about four weeks ago. It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was in that sweet spot where I wasn’t so drunk that I was slurring my words but I also wasn’t so sober that I…
A late night message on Bumble leads to a weekend of late night meetups.
The sushi I ate last night was subpar. The same thing can be said for the sake. On a cold rainy night in Chicago, I walked into the restaurant and I knew how my night was going to end up…
I didn’t have a whole lot of energy rolling into last weekend. I keep doing this thing where I’ll go out on Thursday night and then go to work Friday morning with a violent hangover that doesn’t really subside until…
The streak ended at 3:45 a.m. Sunday morning. Up until that moment in the wee hours of the scariest day of the week, I was convinced that my lifestyle was probably comparable to other 25-year-olds. Inebriated Friday night through Sunday…
“Pussy smelling like cool ranch Doritos” isn’t a phrase that one hears very often, if ever. It’s a line from a Danny Brown song called “Monopoly,” but it also applies to the nether regions of one very nice young lady…
A thick fog laid heavy on my conscious following the deed. It was a mixture of apathy and guilt, and I had a lot of trouble falling asleep that night. All of this despite the fact that it was close…
I took my mind off of a girl by way of a high school football game and some subpar Mexican food.
I barely left my apartment this weekend.
Last Friday I learned that some people do not share my ironic sense of detachment.
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May 23, 2017
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