Date #12
I’m sitting cross legged on the floor, eyes closed, holding the index finger of my left hand against my left nostril and breathing through my right. …
I’m sitting cross legged on the floor, eyes closed, holding the index finger of my left hand against my left nostril and breathing through my right. …
Rare indeed is the day when I return from a morning at the coffee shop and think, “You know what? This afternoon, I’d like to iron.” …
Dinner is the worst possible first date. You have to wear something that looks good both sitting down and standing up. You have to avoid disaster…