Writer: Sean Ennis

I knew Bridget Brown Eyes. She was different people. She was a paternal orphan. She studied organic chemistry. She got a bikini wax. We went on two dates. We hated each other over dinner on the first.  We agreed to another date because, if we could get around each other’s awful personalities, we would have liked to sleep together.… more

There was so much left to do and I got a feeling like I used to have in my twenties that goes, let’s do this. It’s not necessarily a good feeling, but it’s stirring.… more