Swiping away one night, I’m smoking a joint by myself on the patio getting used to being single. It’s kind of nice. Quiet, part of me wants to know what the ex is up to but I told myself that we’re just not going to go there because the weed was too good to get into the feelings like that.
It’s hot as fuck in the desert (Arizona)and I’m about to go inside when I got a match with a really interesting looking guy with a cool name, we’ll just call him E.
Anyway, E was super hot and had really nice photos. Turns out he was a photographer and had been around the world taking pics of animals and nature and shit. Very hot. Don’t know why that was hot to me but whatever I was high I guess.
I just wanted him to come over because I didn’t feel like I had the emotional energy to get all dressed up and go get a drink and have conversation because that’s just really lame. I vetted his LinkedIn and I have a big scary dog so I felt safe. Also am armed because it’s the wild Wild West baby. Gotta do what I gotta do to feel safe in this very armed country. Plus I live on land and have to protect my shit.