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I logon, late, so late, the only light in my room is electric and blue, casting alien shadows over the planes of my face. I am searching.
There is a term we use in my business: suitability. Suitability is a determination of whether a specific trade was aligned with the risk profile, strategy, and investment needs of a client. Suitability. Such a clean term; such a difficult thing to prove as yea or nay.
Self-worth takes work. It’s not something I often think of because I was luckily blessed, from the start, to have a relatively safe amount of self-confidence: not too much, not too little. Insecurity is a momentary thing for me, not a state of being. But when it comes to dating, online dating, wow…it’s hard.
I am her forbidden thrill.
I don’t know how to break up with you.
There is this cad inside of me, this scurrilous, treacherous, predatory panther of a cad, that wants to go out and about, to survey the land, traverse it, score it, in search of someone young, thoughtless, and careless because that’s who and what you date when you are young (either physically, mentally, or emotionally), thoughtless, … Continue reading
Why does “my love” need to look like yours?
So, a frog and a rabbit walk into a bar… Okay. Yes. So it’s a joke, right? What’s the joke? No, no joke, it’s a frog, a rabbit, and a bar. You know, it’s us.
I always used to say after every breakup “I don’t understand how people do this” and by “this” I meant the opening up of oneself, the inevitable disappointment, the disconnecting and retreat which leads to the inevitable break…ad infinitum. The truth is, most people don’t keep doing this.