This post could use some love.

(If you're reading this, you are among my trusted friends. And you can show your love with comments or a phone call.)

—I am in the process of becoming single.
Fucking shit up.
Making waves.
Taking a break.
Breaking up.
Breaking a heart.
Prioritizing.
False advertising.
Fantasizing.
Calculating "mathematical possibilities."




—Why?
Because I'm happy and things are fucking great, and I want them (well, it: sex) to be fucking amazing instead.
Because I'm selfish.
Demanding.
Difficult.
Overcommitted.
Overwhelmed.
Undersexed.
Curious.
Socialized.
Deviant.
. . .
Because New York.


—What's next?