It’s 8:30pm on a Sunday when a call from an unknown number pierces my eardrum. Blocked Caller, it reads. What sneaky bastard did I ghost off Tinder? Something about the loneliness of a New York Sunday persuades me to answer. “Hello,” I say, putting on my Publicist coo.   A surprised voice: “Lindsey?” Christ, I... Continue Reading →

Did you know it was over?

I shake my head. Doesn’t matter what I say though, you’ll think I did. Not true, I’m open to a new narrative. Oh please, I say – putting up my hand. You’re not above a self-serving narrative, G, no matter how ‘woke’ you are. He doesn't disagree.                         I was checked out before you proposed,... Continue Reading →

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