A Collection of Holes

Sometimes, a scene can get hotter in the remembering of it. I know, that sounds counter-intuitive, or maybe like it wasn’t hot in the doing of it, but that’s not exactly true.  It’s…more complex than that.  And less, in a weird way. I’m not really sure I can even verbalize…

Date Night, with Shoes

W and I went on a date the other night.  No, that that kind of date, the real kind, where you go to a restaurant and have dinner and drinks and listen to music and sigh about how lovely the night is and make small talk and flirty eyes at…