“ Happy Valentine’s Day, honey. ” “ What? Mmmmf. Mmmmmf. Honey. It’s not even six-thirty.” “ C’mon, babe. Don’t you want your Valentine’...

I’ve known something is up. He’s asked to see me four times in the last month—three times during Thanksgiving week. Meet me, he texted on M...

“Which one?” he asks. “That one?” He’s pointing to the waitress, a woman of about forty who’s trying to shave fifteen years off her appear...

I’m sitting in the Mexican food joint, solo, three-quarters of the way through the burrito I’ve ordered for dinner, when he walks in. He’s w...

He’s showing me a video on his iPhone. It’s tough to tell what’s going on. It’s as if he’s walking with the video recording. I catch glimpse...

Text messages from the landscaper I've received in the past week. Tuesday HIM: what r u wearing toddy ME: Toddy? Who the fuck is To...

I've chosen the bar because I know it. I know how to drive there, I know where to park. It's a dive where I've hung out on Monda...

"You want to see a picture of my wife?" His question's timing was odd. I was in the back of his van with my pants around my ...

He was leaning against the back of his truck when I pulled into the parking lot near my new home, hands deep in his pockets. The setting sun...