I still don’t get it

I still don't get why hope is not lost. You know what used to attract me about so called "chic-flicks" and shows like The Bachelor, The Bachelorette, You've got Mail, Sleepless in Seattle? Hope. Hope that by the end of my "movie of life" or by 30, I would be living out a magical moment.… Continue reading Sugar Story: Repost

I still don't get why I can't keep it to myself sometimes. He was the most desirable among my uniformed compadres. I cannot recall his actual features, but I do remember the whispers and swooning upon his arrival and departure. He liked to pose. I don't recall him playing with the other kids in my… Continue reading Sugar Story: Crushed

I still don't get why internal conflict is resolved with external circumstances. "His butt cheeks were out?" "And not as a part of his costume," detailed my roommate from the third sublet I had acquired in Queens. "Well that explains why he felt comfortable enough to check the heat pants-less!" Shared spaces in densely populated… Continue reading Sugar Story: Piece of Work