He doesn’t dance with me like that, Mom. He trips over my toes and splashes cranberry juice on the floor and I love it. I slurp it off of his New Balances.
Tag: dating
My Type
my type lies about their music taste until it’s too late and we’re both pretending to like St. Vincent
“It was this or Netflix”: Speed-Dating on Valentine’s Day
“They would never have something like this in Iceland.” We’re in the taxi on the way to the bar, and my friend Sandra, who is from Iceland and has less than enthusiastically agreed to accompany […]
New York City & Tinder Were My Ultimate Matchmakers
There is no such thing as “dating” in my South Africa. You’re either in a relationship, hooking up, single, or in the friendzone. A large emerging category is that of the “blessee” who plays that […]
