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You ever have one of those Mondays where you look around and wonder what the heck you’re doing? It’s already 2 pm and somehow you’ve been simultaneously busy while also accomplishing nothing. I mean, you definitely accomplished things that make you stand out in the world, but nothing that would make your younger self go, “Wow, you’re cool.”

I spent the afternoon driving from one side of the city to the other, going from meeting to meeting. I took a detour to avoid traffic and ended up stuck on a back road for a minute. But there were trees, so that’s a win.

As I sat in the car listening to Bad Astronaut and making inappropriate acronyms out of the G Wagon’s license plate in front of me, I remembered there was a really weird sandwich shop a couple miles away. So once traffic cleared, I made my way over there and got one of the best sandwiches I’ve had in a while. Easily top five. I was a little late for my last meeting of the day, but a good sandwich waits for no man.

If you said “yes” to any of that, I love what’s wrong with you already.

A little about me. Rapid fire, because it feels appropriate. I’m obviously impressed by a good sandwich. I’ve got a sense of humor and enough wit that will have you simultaneously falling in love and wondering if you should run for the hills. It’s all about balance, darling.

I’ve got a career that looks great on paper and I vibe well with people that have that part of life figured out too, but still have the “I wonder where that dirt road leads” left in them. If you get this, we’ll get along just fine.

In regards to my looks because that’s what really matters. My mother says I’m pretty but she also thought TY beanie babies were going to outperform the stock market in the 90’s so I’m not entirely sure her judgement is something we should be leaning on too heavily.

Anyway, if you’re a cool, interesting human with a dash of weird, let’s talk.

We’ve always felt like the last cigarette.
You know.
The last one.
The single stick left in the pack.
We swear we’ll quit after this one.

You’re like my last cigarette.
The one I keep in the crumpled up box at the bottom of my vintage Chanel bag.
It only comes out after too many drinks.
I tell everyone on the patio “I swear this will be the last time”.
Everyone smiles and laughs because we know I’m lying.
But I pretend to believe myself as I’m tipsy and standing there lighting it.

Every time we talk, we say it’ll be the last time.
We smile and nod knowing we’re both liars in that moment.
But you’re a beautiful lie.
And so am I.
And when we strike that match…

Maybe we’re just two people.
Who got too good at leaving.
But never actually going anywhere.

But I know how this works.
A little too well.
You’ll finish that cigarette.
You’ll put it out on the cracked cobblestone.
The smell of the smoke will linger on your hand and your button down.
You’ll tell yourself you had fun but it’s time to quit the habit.

We both know you’re a liar.

A night will come along.
You’re surrounded by people but your mind is not there.
Your mind wanders to that patio.
You know the one.
Suddenly there’s a lighter in your hand.
And you’re saying this one is the last.

Heyyy, future pocket friend :)

It’s been a long week and it’s only Wednesday.

I just got back from my office and I should probably be working on my laptop but I’m feeling like a drink and a random conversation with a stranger sound like a way better end to a crazy day of meetings and general chaos.

A little about me. I’m a woman in the southeast. 37 trips around the sun thus far. A career that looks good on paper. I have a lot of nerdy hobbies but you’d never know by looking at me. I’m a chameleon without even trying. My mom says I’m pretty so I’ve got that going for me. She took glamour shots in the early 90’s that made her look like a pretty wrestler so I’m not sure her judgement can be trusted.

You don’t need to be anything but interestingly awesome. I don’t have some checklist that you need to tick off. Just be your weird self and let’s see if we vibe. If not, I’ll let you fly away :)

Tell me a story that’s crazy interesting.

You were a beautiful almost.

You came into my life quietly.
So calm, gentle and kind with a voice that could melt ice in the coldest winter.

Your voice became my favorite song. The natural rise and fall. The way your laugh came from the back of your throat like it was lost in a mine. The way your voice became eerily soft when you wanted me. Speaking truths that most would have kept inside.

You cast a large shadow. A presence that lingers even after you’ve been let go.

Two people that were never meant to meet. I think the universe made an oops on the day the day we met. It corrected it on the night you didn’t call and I let you fly.

I was never quite yours and you were never quite mine. I’d like you to take your shadow back now. It’s blocking the sunlight.