At a bizarre, drunken night with fairly new acquaintances, I have been told that the only species rarer than virgins are (gasp!) ladies like myself. Like what exactly, I dared to ask. Well, in layman’s terms, the dreaded status translates to “single since birth.” My love gurus on that strange occasion further added that there’s a special place in heaven for “my...
Hey, Stranger. We meet again. Same time, same place, exhausting every 30-minute morning trip with quick, embarrassed glances. It’s been ten months since that stormy encounter, do you remember? You sat beside me a couple of times, smiled at me thrice and offered to open the door twice. You carry that Toshiba laptop bag like a construction worker is married to his tools. You slide your...