grrl pls. Make it a counter-saga to HUBSKI. Side note: Reading Ariely and this chapter is titled Hot or Not?...just a little excited to read this one.
You know... I'd probably read such a saga. Thanks for the badge, my girlfriend hates you. (she dusn't no u but if she herd bout dis.. uhh ohhhhh!! jk jk)
Hahaha. I have problems when writing semi-autobiographically that I need to work on first. I did actually start a Medium with the intention that it would tell my dating stories, and shared a draft with some Hubski members, but we generally agreed the product was wanting and I honestly think part of that is because when I write about my life it's very hard for me to detach myself from the story. I can't see the forest for the trees, so to speak. However it does remain a thought. Maybe I will draft some things and see if I can finesse myself out of them.
Sometimes it takes several years of reflection to whittle a product you're proud of. If you really want it, you'll make it. My own dating history is whittle-able, but if you're (I'm) currently with someone... well, you gotta tip-toe realllll quiet-like roundabouts such a thing. :X
My street smarts just aren't what they used to be. I used to hit limjack every day! Story time? :)a series of unfortunate events
So, I went to school with this brother and sister, the sister a year behind me and the brother a year ahead. The sister, let's call her A, is a dear friend of my fiancee. The brother, B, was one of a very few only openly gay people I knew at that time (late 90s). Really nice and outgoing dude, and although I'm sure he was picked on from time to time, he was very well liked by most people. Fast forward a decade and a bit, to July 2011. B's drug problem had kind of gotten out of hand, and unfortunately, he died of an overdose (a mix of heroin and adavan). A and B have another younger brother, C. C was there when B died. C supplied B the drugs. And, C didn't call 911 when he noticed B wasn't breathing; he called a family member. Needless to say, C felt just a tad guilty. Last week marked the third anniversary of B's death. The family has mostly been recovering for the last several years, as it takes a long time to absorb the untimely death of a son, brother, and friend. Sadly, C marked the occasion by OD'ing as well. His mother found him. It's unclear whether it was a suicide or accidental, but goddam if the funeral wasn't one of the more heart wrenching ones that I've attended. Anyway, the police confiscated his phone to investigate, and they returned it to the family unlocked. The texts to his dealers make reference to 'boi' and 'girl' all over the place, boi being the aforementioned, and girl apparently being crack.
Thanks for delivering, Ben. My condolences to yourself and the family, that's truly a tragic story. :(