I stop myself before reaching the door. What the hell am I doing? I’ve never done anything like this before. This is stupid. Reluctantly, I pull open the door to enter the restaurant. What if she doesn’t like me? What… Continue Reading
They were on their way to buy wine and cheese and pick out a movie at the video store. It was his first time meeting her parents and he wanted to impress them even though she had said they were… Continue Reading
I shouldn’t shag Evan. I told myself I wasn’t going to, but here I am at two in the morning in Evan’s apartment, and there is definitely going to be sex. I’m not quite sure how to get out of… Continue Reading
His first name is Charles. He works at a bank. He’s meeting me at a restaurant in the North End called Antico Forno. We’re going to get along great. At least that’s what my friend Kathy knows. But Kathy knows… Continue Reading
I glance at the photograph of my wife, then step outside ready to meet the other woman. Rain pours onto the roof of my porch sounding an accusing hum. Rain. Is that a sign? It was raining the day I… Continue Reading
She’d been looking forward to this date all week. With a glance at her reflection in the microwave, she confirmed what she already knew: she looked good. Violet poured two glasses of wine, smiling as she held one out. With… Continue Reading
Don’t go on a date with a co-worker. It’s obvious advice, but it bears repeating because I know you’ll end up doing it one day. “But this guy is different. It’s worth the risk,” you’ll say. No, he is not… Continue Reading
“I’ve met the love of my life,” I announced to the office as the clack of nails on keys rose from the cubicles. “Again?” Marci’s fingers didn’t stop flashing across the keyboard, but her eyes met mine just long enough… Continue Reading
Sophie surveyed the menu in front of her. Slow-roasted Prime Rib — Bet it wouldn’t be as prime as the gorgeous specimen sat opposite her. Sneaking a glance over the top of the menu, she drank in his delicious face:… Continue Reading
Andrei grips the chain-link fence, unmoving, anticipating the light beams. Right above him, Nadya hangs in silence. Three white circles dance around one another, catch them by the foot, the hand, by a bit of their dark clothing—and swerve, continuing… Continue Reading