Monday, briefly sober and escaping myself, hidden behind a copy of "The Roadside Geology of Washington" (Summer approaches, I need to be prepared. For anything, anywhere...). And I find myself beside one of those annoyingly going-well first dates from Tinder or OK Cupid or POF.
He's pretty happy talking about himself. She's pretty happy listening, although she gets boring in the end and interrupts to talk about her own shit.
And reading and pretending to read and eavesdropping, and, fuck, really, I could do this a lot better, "CUT!", but it isn't my show...