Sorry I’ve been gone awhile, but here it is:

The Bicycle Experiment Part 2

“Meet me in — Park at three. Wear a skirt.”

It was a brief text message, as was his nature, but it was definitely enough to get my mind reeling. This was the same young man who made me nearly fall off my bicycle at a stop light with a few words and a brief but bit…[Read more]

Result of Grooming Experiment

It was not until days after the storm, when things started to get back to a slight normalcy that he returned. I collapsed into a heap of sobs the second he came through the door and I cried and shook in his arms for a very long time until I was too weak to even hiccup. We fell asleep for a while. I woke up to him…[Read more]

Red, her nail polish was what her mother would refer to as harlot red. That deep red that looked like blood when one lifted the brush from the bottle of polish and it dripped from there to the bottle again. She carefully painted each nail, ensuring that the first was dry before moving to the next. A quick coat of clear covering and they were…[Read more]

She is a friend, has been one for as long as I can remember. We have worked together in gas stations, laughing at some of the things we have seen people do. She married a man older than her, he was her first and thus far only. I don’t know exactly when my view of her changed but it did. We have all been hanging out together more as couples, since…[Read more]

Grooming Experiment

Yesterday the office and entire city were buzzing about the hurricane, which is at the moment barreling up the east coast, leaving many dead in the Caribbean. I have been searching hourly, for updates on your flights, waiting to see when you will be in the air, on your way back safely to me. I am trying hard to mollify the…[Read more]

Ceviche Robusto

Have you ever wanted an anonymous, liberating adventure? Have you ever wished just to become someone else for a brief time and explore what another person inside you might experience? What if you are a blonde instead of a brunette? What if you wore clothes more risqué than you ever dare? What would this other you discover? I…[Read more]

The Bicycle Experiment

It all started innocently enough, with a post-race hug. Yet there was something, perhaps the body heat and warmth of late summer or the peculiar cocktail of hormones and pheromones in the air that flipped a switch somewhere inside me. He went from “the attractive, but crazy guy I ride with sometimes” to newly-acquired tar…[Read more]